For many years, there's been a wonderful, kind, empassioned member here at DS who has unstintingly offered her support, advice, kindness, and shared her struggles with our community. She has been a true friend, a knowledgeable resource, and someone who understands fully what it means to be in the trenches fighting for a life of wellness and recovery. She has been one of my dearest friends and I count myself fortunate to have known her. I consider her a blessing in my life. And it is with great, unyielding sadness and regret that I share with all of you the news of Rubyblue's death on 8/15/2017. Funeral services were held on 8/25/2017. She passed peacefully in her sleep and I wish her well in the beyond. May she know the peace that so eluded her in this life, and may we all live her legacy of kindness and courage.
Although I am a US Marine Vet as well as a former law enforcement officer, my PTSD torture did not start there.Beginning at the age of 5 or younger, I was sexually molested and ritually abused by a much older neighbor. I honestly can't tell you how long this lasted. I believe I have blocked lots of the memories out of my mind. I have lots of flashbacks that will turn my stomach.Like most male...
When the pain aches in a way you just can’t explain and the sadness, undefined, is absolutethe eyes replace our voicethe tears our eloquenceand if the time be not right now then later will they spillafter the pauseremember to exhale ~