Waiting to Forget
At the traffic light
I saw your face
In a car beside me
The light turned green
A siren behind
Triggered an array
Of memories fresh
The morning …
At the traffic light
I saw your face
In a car beside me
The light turned green
A siren behind
Triggered an array
Of memories fresh
The morning …
Dazed I reminisce On days Past Vast Lives I have lived Secrets to give People I have played the part as In the symphony Of what I me I conceded That …
Im done explaing so stop complaining Its where I at and that is that. These boundaries Are what protect me And saying no is something That aided …
Haven;t heard from you in a bit... just saying hi... :)
never give up....
Thanks for the hug and sweet message. :) I hope you've had a good week and that you ave something fun planned for the weekend. hugs, Debbie
I just wanted to thank you for your post concerning memory in the depression group. This is one of the things that bothers me the most. I feel like such an idiot and having 2 daughters that are ages 17 & 19 around... well, they think it's funny to point out the things that I mess up, or just forget. I used to work as a paralegal/legal assistant before I had children and went through an abusive marriage. Now I'm afraid to even look for a job because I don't think I can handle it. I know I've said too much, but thanks again. hugs, Debbie
Hey kid, it isn't crazy, per say... our perception may be a little warped... but I don't think most of us have gone off the reservation... yet... :)
I am a survivor(NO long a victim!!) of childhood sexual abuse, rape, and sexual assault. I would like to give advice, and receive it. I would like to learn to shed this shame.