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...

Shame, Shame, Shame

The  last few years have been a tumultuous on and off again battle with shame. I know the signs, phrases, and beliefs in and out. But, somehow, this most recent attack was way off my radar. As per usual, it began with a conflict. During which, my husband and I were...