Tag Archives: Unbreaking Me

Almost Peace

Accept my vulnerabilities. I permit a slight chuckle. I don’t even know what they are. My mind feels frail. As if my mental armor has been thinned from therapy. I have less control over my reactions. I feel raw and naked. “Who am I?” This all started with those words, didn’t it? “What do you […]

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Fractured Minds and Shattered Glass

Numb. Feel nothing. Shut it down. I slipped into my mind, into the depths where everything was black and nothing—no voice, no pain—could reach me. “Back again, huh?”I could hear Ian smirk through the dark. “I am,” I said. “You’re not supposed to shut down,” he said as if to pass the time. “I don’t […]

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Dreaming in Emotion

I’m dreaming in emotion. I’ve never experienced anything like this. As early as five, I remember… I was five. I was five when I dreampt that. My step-brother had crawled into an oven. The oven didn’t hurt him, but he melted the face of my doll. I’ve been terrified of dolls since. Seeing its face […]

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Embarrassed? Now!?

So much has changed… so much… I started following a group on Social Media a month ago for BPD. Then I joined one for depression. Today, I made one for rape survivors. So much happened today. I had a dream. It was a nightmare, but I didn’t know it at the time. I dreampt I […]

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Why you should read Broken… if you can.

Most memoirs are written with a “matter-of-fact, these are the events of my life” format. The stories of the abused leave you feeling detached from the experience as the author tells about their lives. We collect the data, nod our heads as we listen, send our condolences and respect… then forget. Broken, doesn’t let you […]

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