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I was asked by the amazingly talented Hasty Words to share some of my story. There’s always so much behind each person that it’s hard to pick one area, so I chose one of the main events that shaped me. Please take the time to read.


I don’t believe in new beginnings.

We can strive to put the past behind us and move forward one step at a time.  We can try to put distance between those moments of trauma and try to live again but… pain doesn’t die.

Have you ever been told that you need to just get over it?  As if time is evidence of healing. As if healing implies you should be pain free.

As if…

As if…

As if…


Pain doesn’t die.  It is never-ending with no expiration date.

Those who suffer trauma work really hard to heal their hearts, their bodies, and their minds.  They don’t need someone telling them to just get over it.  They don’t need someone telling them to stop complaining or whining.  They don’t need YOU to be an expert on healing remedies.  They simply need to be able to cry, to speak, to feel…

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