Monthly Archives: March 2017

What it’s like to live with PTSD

Posted on March 27, 2017 by jenny

This is a series of journal entries from June 2016.  I think it gives an immediate sense of what my life is like. Driving home it was a glorious day, blue sky, white clouds, green trees, enough breeze to make … Continue reading →

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Struggle with Old Patterns

Posted on March 26, 2017 by jenny

I’ve been reading over my journal for 2016, trying to see if there’s any pattern to my life.  This was written in June.  It’s an example of how I work to understand something through writing. While I was at Barbara’s, … Continue reading →

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Healing from the Bottom Up

Posted on March 25, 2017 by jenny

I want to write about what’s been happening lately.  When I came back from the visit to Kendal, I knew I could create a good life for myself there.  I put it in that form without really thinking about it, … Continue reading →

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Full of Wounds and Still on my Feet

Posted on March 19, 2017 by jenny

This morning, whenever I stop writing, I’m in a place of emptiness.  I feel like I have absolutely nothing to write about.  I suppose I could see it as the creative void instead of being scared of it.  It’s basically … Continue reading →

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Pictures of Little Jenny

Posted on March 4, 2017 by jenny

Wednesday, March 1 Tough morning.  Very hard to get up.  I’m feeling grief — but it’s more stuck grief — o god do I have to do this again?  I prayed for help but nothing came.  Yesterday’s session with Erica … Continue reading →

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A Co-dependent Child

Posted on March 1, 2017 by jenny

The original title of this post was about my denial.  Fairly soon after I had saved the first draft, I realized that it wasn’t really denial.  Denial is when you are faced with evidence, but refuse to believe it.  The … Continue reading →

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