30 Days Of Me!, Abuse, Depression, Personally Me, Write From My Heart

The Pretenders

How often are you prompted to “Put On A Happy Face” to hide an ugly truth from the world?

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Abuse, Depression, Write From My Heart

What if Belle had Married Gaston?

What ifBellehad marriedGaston-ig    The old man was sitting limply at a table staring at nothing in particular.  A tall distinguished member of the National Gendarmerie entered from a door to the bar room.  Spotting the old man at the table, he quietly made his way to the other side of the table.  He reached out his hand in greeting, “Monsieur Moritz Vital, I am Inspector Boule.  I understand you have a confession to make.”

     The old man raised his head to look at the inspector.  He said nothing for several moments.  Sighing he finally spoke, “I might.” Continue reading “What if Belle had Married Gaston?”


When the PTSD Survivor Becomes The Abuser

She was just five years old when her father was gravely injured in a horrific act of terrorism.  They weren’t sure for awhile if he would live or die.  His life hung in the balance for seven weeks before he was declared out of the woods.   And her life would never be the same.   Continue reading “When the PTSD Survivor Becomes The Abuser”


Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones But It’s Not The Only Way To Hurt Me

SticksStonesSquare     I decided to venture into the topic of a lesser known and acknowledged type of abuse and that is Verbal/Emotional Abuse.  No, the abuse is not lashing out with fists and belts but the welts it leaves are just as deep and just as hurtful and can last just as long if not longer due to the fact that is often is not recognized. Continue reading “Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones But It’s Not The Only Way To Hurt Me”