Tag Archives: PTSD

Against the Shadows Part 4

Bergen It’s been days now. She’s just sat there. Watching me. Waiting. She is used to me though. I can move, sleep, wake, shuffle, piss… she’s okay with me being here. She’s sleeping now. She sleeps a lot. Screams often. Cries always. The abuse and grief blanket her body like a veil of death. I […]

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Final Pieces… Falling Together…

“I watched Walking Dead this weekend,” I said. “The simplicity… They had a blacksmith, a garden… Everything was just… simple. And this… this is what I need to talk about. Ireland.” Simple. I thought. Is that all I really was looking for? As a child I stripped all electronics from my room. I wouldn’t even […]

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Marital Affairs

Coming Soon… Marital Affairs The ugly truth and Hollywood’s glorification of an emotionally shredding experience.   I wrote this on 2 November 2015… then swiftly forgot about it. Now, at nearly a year later since I wrote Broken, is as good a time as any to reflect on this. I’m going to be what only […]

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Against the Shadows Part #2

I stepped into the subterranean lake. As always, moonlight spilled across the lake. I didn’t have to wait long to hear Erik’s violin and I smiled. Many a day and night I had laid in this room, splayed on the steps… on the bed… listening to him play. I grew up here, crying into his […]

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