trying to turn the page on a difficult life

Reflecting on the End of a Chapter Scarred by PTSD

The late afternoon sun is blinding. I have to shut my eyes against the glare, though I don’t bother moving my chair away from the fierce rays. It is, at best, a mediocre excuse in case my kids happen to notice that I’m crying. They don’t. They’re having too much fun playing mermaid and pirate […]

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