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Functional and F*cked up – it’s both
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PTSD and the 4th of July
I remember three years ago, I had just closed on my house, and my brother in law was helping me paint before we moved everything in. It was the 4th of July and we were working into the night trying to get Raffi’s room done so that she would feel more “at home” after everything that had happened. I remember vividly the first explosions of the night as dusk fell. My heart started to pound frantically in my chest and I had my first real instance of what PTSD was. Continue reading
Birthday Reflections
It has been a week of birthdays. Last Wednesday was Maribella’s birthday, she would have been eight. Mine was yesterday. Continue reading
Dear Parent of a Blonde Curly Haired Girl either almost five or almost eight- Part 2
Dear Parent,
It has been awhile since I last wrote. I felt compelled to write as this Wednesday would have been my sweet girls 8th birthday, and I know I my gaze has lingered longer than usual again. I know it must be weird for you for this woman to be staring at your little girl, and believe me I understand, I would also take notice. But please forgive me as I miss her so… Continue reading
Joy – For reals
We won’t touch on how I am feeling today, which is so exhausted I am pretty useless. Instead, the moments from my weekend, which was peppered with pure joy. This is unheard of so close to my sweet girls birthday… Continue reading
F*!#@ing Disney Movies
Let me be clear. Before Jesse and Bella died, I cried at Disney movies. Now, it’s at a new level. I keep trying. I really do. I keep thinking, maybe, maybe this time it won’t be as intense. If I stop trying, then I stop living. And we can’t have that, can we? Continue reading
Trust after tragedy
This is a tough and vulnerable one for me to talk about. Trust is a big one for a lot of people, and my “baggage” goes back pretty far, again, like so many others, but the tragedy compounded things a million fold. Continue reading
“That’s gonna be uhhh you know uhhh fascinating transition”
I just started watching Season 3 of The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt recently. I don’t know if it is that I have a different perspective now or what, but it has gotten me to thinking about things. Continue reading
Mother’s Day – Not for everyone
This past Sunday was Mother’s Day.
Jesse killed Bella then himself on May 8, 2014, three days before Mother’s Day that year. Raffi wanted to go to a park where her circus teacher was doing demonstrations. I of course said yes, as I was trying to do anything to give her some joy after having to tell her what happened two days prior. But as I walked into that park on that sunny day, in shock, dazed, and numb, I saw probably every four year old dirty blonde, curly haired girl in all of Portland. Of course. I then swore off Mother’s Day. Continue reading
Another come and gone
Three years and one day. This I cannot wrap my mind around, it feels like it was just yesterday. Continue reading