A Time to Grow

A Time to Go, a time to Grow.

(From a time past)

I hold you not, my child

I let you go

There was pain in the parting

But I love you, so I gave you your freedom.

I could never hold you

My arms forever embrace you.

You are your own person

You came through me as a gift

I am blessed beyond words

I was the one chosen as your mother.

Grow daily my child

Life is your teacher

I, as your mother taught you,

You are strong of mind

Gentle in character

Loving in your being.

Always stay as you are,

Tender, compassionate, caring.

Remember me always as your mother.

Thank you for choosing me.


Normally when we think about “PTSD,” our minds jump to those who’ve been in combat. While it is certainly an issue for those who’ve been in real-life war zones, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and Complex PTSD isn’t just exclusive to war veterans. In fact, many survivors of childhood emotional neglect, physical or emotional abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault and rape can suffer from the symptoms of PTSD or Complex PTSD if they endured long-standing, ongoing and inescapable trauma.
Despite my mother, this is what I hope to have become

Another Day

I’ve lived with bouts of depression my whole life. I’m not afraid or ashamed to say it. It’s just the way it is and part of what makes me, me.

I don’t think about it much anymore and I rarely talk about it. As I’ve gotten older my time in the dark has gotten less and less frequent and intense.

Life is change. The river is always flowing and moving and we are always changing with it. We are not the same people we were yesterday or the day before that or the year before.

Happiness, sadness and depression come and go in cycles.