As I lay here at near to three in the morning, struggling to fall back asleep, and after having labored over the last three nights to even find sleep, I'm left feeling not only fatigued; but dejected, sore, chilled and in an odd way, lonely.Sometimes peace feels so distant from me. Adrenaline beleaguered my veins... Continue Reading →
KILLER Steals Organs!
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One Summer, A Shopping Cart, And Two Stupid Kids: What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
"By way of fate, there were no vehicle ahead or behind us, so we maneuvered the cantankerous jalopy into place and pushed toward the intercom. Once close, I pressed the play button on the boombox and slowly raised the volume. The muffled sounds of motor began to emit through the crackling speakers, and as it did, we heard it… “Welcome to Timmies, may I take your order?”
Why I’m proud to be Canadian: A love letter to my homeland
"This is not a peculiar place. It's not ambiguous nor generic. This place — Canada — the land of mountains, prairies, grains and cowboys, indigenous beauty and a humble people is... home."
The Child’s Fear of the Dark: A Normal Part of Development? What About at 39?
As a child, fear of the dark is a widely accepted normalcy of urchin development. A seeming right of passage, one could say. We, adults, generally assuage this unease by turning on a night light, or leaving the door open just a bit. All of this angst is considered age appropriate. Which is why at... Continue Reading →
The Nightmare: Living With Nightmares And The Hope Of Being Free From Them.
There's this dream that I have... I'm in a hallway, at the end of this baron corridor there is an unremarkable door lurking ajar. I know that I am supposed to go there, so on I walk, but something in me does not want to. There's an ominous foreboding clinging to my bones, but I... Continue Reading →
A Savoury Little Post
This afternoon, around lunch time, I had the pleasure of stopping in for a bite at the Cactus Club on Banks Rd. Upon entry my eyes were greeted with sleek, elegant decor, where modern, impressionistic wall-art meets with stylish stone features and wooden accents. A subtle croon of upbeat jazz danced throughout the place. Of... Continue Reading →
How I Survive Mondays When I Wake Up From A Nightmare With PTSD.
"And that's exactly what I will do for the remainder of this week — my best — my best to push out the negative, invite the supportive, the warmth and compassion of love from others and self. "
The Tragic Reality of Homelessness And PTSD: How They Impact Each Other
Today, today I find myself standing beneath the drench of a falling sky... no concern for the chill entering my bones. I believe it was Mr. Cash that once crooned, "that old familiar sting..."
Why Being Sick and Having PTSD Can Be a Burdensome Endeavor.
Being sick sucks. Being sick sucks more if you have post traumatic stress disorder. PTSD makes it nearly impossible to be kind to oneself and easy to slip into a negative feedback loop of self-talk. Today we talk about how mindfulness can help PTSD and chronic illness, handling negative self-talk around illness, sickness and negative... Continue Reading →