This week my ex texted me news of someone’s death—someone we had known in our teens and early adulthood. He was thirteen years older than me, which doesn’t seem like much now, but back when we were young it was HUGE! In the summer he managed the camp where my ex and I met. The rest of the year he was in town running the youth center.
A flood of memories came out of nowhere.
Read MoreA traumatized brain will often remember sounds, images, feelings without the chronology of events in correct order or, sometimes, even speakable. When I felt it was my turn to tell my story (at least what I knew so far) all I could say was “Something happened to me.”
Read MoreIn the worst moments of realizing the man you love isn’t the man you love at all, and you don’t know who this man actually is, sometimes a light turns on.
Read MoreAfter decades of earnest counsellors and coaches telling us how our marriages could be “better than ever” there’s a new kid in town. And she/he/they’re hanging out on the new product line banner of many websites and FB pages associated with the “sex addiction” treatment industry.
Read More“When will I stop feeling so awful?” “Will I ever be normal with friends again?” “How long does it take before you don’t care what people think?”
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