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 […]Continue Reading... No Comments.