Soiled is how it feels…is how it felt. I felt dirty when they did it to me. I felt dirty for years afterwards. I still feel
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Choosing Joy Over Despair
We build resilience and cultivate hope every time we chose joy over despair. by Dr John A. King #drjohnaking
A Good Woman
Diminished Insignificant Frail Fearless He screams lost confused torn a pit dog Hearing him She leans in Seeing him She hold’s him She never knew him as he
Trapped
Trapped Condemned by things I did not do Judged by actions I did not take Caged by feelings I do not want Held by words I did not
she makes my day
sun through broken clouds breeze through summer trees a glimpse of you refreshes my soul by theAuthor Dr John A. King #drjohnaking
The Scream of The Silent
He sits Alone Waiting This time His time His story to be told They have lied Covered up Denied Refused Gavel ringing Sweaty palms Bile Twisting vision,
Welcome to Sunday
Pillows lost Sheets in balls The smell of sweat, sex and red wine ‘Good morning’ she said with that look in her eye, ‘let me welcome you to
One day I looked up
Paths to Recovery
“There were two therapist sitting in a bar….” or maybe I should say, “There were a thousand therapist sitting in a bar and a massive bar fight broke out because
I scream because I want to be seen
I scream because I want to be seen When people with PTSD or BPD become so emotionally overcharged everything losses perspective, the sufferer feels diminished and failing in their