Stop, Drop, and Roll
I didn't realize how long it has been since I have been here to write Change often seems to create a sense of suspended animation where the outer world stays the same and yet you and everything you do is completely different Sometimes I feel as if I'm observing from the outside... I wanted to heal and I think I am healing... I hope... I remember a winter about nine years ago when I barely came out of my bedroom It was dark on the inside and I was too numb to cry too numb to smile too numb to realize that I was dying Years of lying of hiding being raped swallowing rage had eventually caught up and taken a toll Self harm starving and hating myself had left me empty My husband asked me to see a therapist and I did not want to but there was a small voice inside that I could still hear through the endless chatter I remember looking through the Blue Cross/Blue Shield book of mental health providers and searching for...