Open Journal #46

I have superpowers. I have rare blood and I heal really quickly. These things are true, but they are more of a kind of biological fact about myself. I also have things I can do that nobody is aware of, and I do them all the time. Let’s talk about three of them. Oh, I … Continue reading Open Journal #46 →

Open Journal #36

I was talking to a fellow survivor the other day and i mentioned that i was exhausted after therapy, really wiped out, and for most of the next day i felt the effects. It just seemed weird to me, i mean basically i had sat and talked for two hours, it wasn’t like i had … Continue reading Open Journal #36 →

Open Journal #35

NB. I did consider not posting this entry because it is very specific to the survivor site it was originally written for. I only include it because my intent was to go public and not hide or edit anything. Learning how to navigate and discuss abuse was as much a part of the story as … Continue reading Open Journal #35 →

Open Journal #34

A two week hiatus. A pause. No therapist, time to ponder and reflect and think. Understand what I had experienced and how I felt about it. Process what I had learnt and try to understand the difference it has made. I had completed the equivalent of 6 months of therapy in a few weeks and … Continue reading Open Journal #34 →

Open Journal #31

Excited puppies and wet paint do not mix well. So my week has been spent moving from room to room and staying out the way of painters. Painters we had booked long ago before all this stuff happened. It has been a weird week of broken sleep and naps and writing and hiding away alone. … Continue reading Open Journal #31 →

Whistling in the Dark

There is always a song in my head. I whistle and hum and sing a line from something. An old show tune, a current ear worm hit, a song I have always loved. Music is never far from my brain. I walk into a room, I turn on music, sit at my desk to write, … Continue reading Whistling in the Dark →

Open Journal #25

I understand that Christmas isn’t great for everyone, and maybe here we have a higher percentage of bah humbug than you might expect from your average crowd. We are swamped with adverts and hammered with the message of peace and goodwill until we want to kill with our bare hands, which is, you know, a … Continue reading Open Journal #25 →