by Elisabeth | Sep 5, 2018 | Dissociation, Parenting, Recovery, Relationships, Trauma In Society
I sent my son to middle school today. Actually I sent both kids to middle school today, but it was particularly significant for my son. When people meet my son, they instantly fall in love with his larger than life personality. He was born to be an actor and he was...
by Elisabeth | Jul 18, 2018 | Dissociation, Freedom Fighters, Parenting, Recovery, Relationships
I haven’t been in a great place this past week. My computer’s hard drive crashed and it didn’t sit well with my parts. Even though I did not lose data, my productivity loss triggered the futility from beneath the surface. I was inundated with theories from my...
by Elisabeth | Jul 4, 2018 | Defenders, Parenting, Recovery, Trauma In Society
It’s summertime again. Some people love summer, but it really isn’t my thing. I don’t do heat. My skin is translucent. And since becoming a mother, the added stress of having children home from school is another tick against the summer season. I have been known...
by Elisabeth | Jun 13, 2018 | Defenders, Freedom Fighters, Parenting, Recovery, Relationships
I thought about writing Jim instead. That is your name. It has been a while since I have thought of you as more than the person who spread his seed. That certainly doesn’t make you a father. You were never a father. Sure. You spent some of your precious money on...
by Elisabeth | Apr 4, 2018 | Defenders, Freedom Fighters, Parenting
There is nothing I love more than traveling. I was born with an indomitable wanderlust. I have always felt it but my traumatic childhood skewed my understanding of my love of travel. For many years, I believed it was simply an escape. I thought I loved it because...
by Elisabeth | Dec 13, 2017 | Defenders, Freedom Fighters, Parenting
When my children were born, I knew that I would dedicate my life to helping them be safe, healthy and happy. I wanted my children to have a very different childhood than mine. I was willing to sacrifice anything for them. At the time, I didn’t realize that meant my...
