by Wanda Sanchez, PTSDPerspectives.org I circled the date on my calendar in red and gulped. I really didn’t want to do this but I’d canceled once already and knew I needed to make this appointment. Again. Ugh. I closed my eyes as my constant companion for the past 30 years of my life, nausea, barreled […]
Continue Reading... No Comments.Broken Places, Part 2 by Wanda Sanchez —————— The darkness. The compulsion to die. I couldn’t shake the obsession… no matter what I did. I prayed. I read the Bible. I ate. I ate more. I got high. And tried to get higher each time I used. I got numb. I zoned out. For months, my prayers had […]
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