I’ve been having flashbacks of my childhood over the last few weeks. Memory’s I’ve repressed, come pouring in great detail when I have a quiet moment to myself.   I don’t like it one bit.  It’s like reliving it all over again but in a few minutes. Leaves me feeling raw, exposed, empty, and alone. Makes

Out of the Fog

Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or C-PTSD for short. Check out this site Out of the Fog for more information. This is of course just one site of many. Their are a few family members that don’t want me talking about my experiences let alone writing it in a public format.  They have no idea

The year of Jamie

2015 flew by for me. I had so many blog ideas and so many pics I wanted to share.  Yet there seemed no time for me to sit and actually write them out. My PTSD has taken so much from me. It’s hard for me to sit and concentrate long enough to write a blog

Friday, Nov. 20th 2015

I’m a depressed empath, with complex PTSD, living with chronic pain and fatigue. What does that make, you ask? It makes for an interesting, albeit miserable combination. I’ve been a bit of a recluse for the last several months. Truth be told, it’s  more like couple of years. Please follow and like us:0


As I continue to work through my PTSD, I find that I feel disposable. I look back throughout my life and there are so many people that seem to just leave and don’t look back. When my first husband left me, I felt as if my world was ending. I was young with 3 small


Yesterday I was up and down with my emotions. Having PTSD and depression, there are days where I have to take it minute by minute. Yesterday was one of those days. When I have down days, I try to look for that glimmer of light within all the darkness. That glimmer of light is always