Hang In There, Baby

Staring at the screen of this computer someone is lending me indefinitely, trying to write a post for the new website another friend made me, in a bed that someone else gave me, in a house that Doug and I are welcome to stay in rent-free, I can’t help but be...

Chronic Fatigue and PTSD

Yesterday I did second interviews for our seasonals at the bookstore. There is, like with every job I hold, a time when I have to explain certain things to bosses or to, now, employees. Since I’ve spent the better part of the last four years either hiding the...

PTSD and Laughter

             It was during a one act competition my junior year that I ironically won an award for playing a young actress who was struggling with dissociative identity disorder.I had no idea what was waiting in my mind. Looking at this picture I see a very different...