Beautiful World

I have a very good therapist. I know there have been times when I've poked fun at him, or been angry at him, but I'm aware that he i...

I need to take a break for awhile. People who know me personally, know where to find me. But before I go I need to say just a few things: ...

I haven't been able to talk for awhile. There's too much going on inside. Overwhelmingly too much. Last week one of the officers w...

Today was difficult. Without going into details, I'll just say that I've had days when I was happier. That being said, I decided t...

It's been almost a week since I finished talking to authorities and legal people about what happened to me many years ago. Jeff went wit...

Today is my birthday. I believe I've written about this before, but usually the day after, because my birthday is usually a very emoti...

I put away all my posts about Jeff and official reports and feeling stressed. PTSD is an interesting monster. When it's invisible, unk...

I glanced over this blog and her sister blog, "Magical World" this weekend. So many posts about how I'm doing better and heali...

I just need to say this for the record: I've been wrong about a lot of things I've written in this blog.

I didn't understand what making a report would mean-- what it would reveal about how much further I have to go in my healing. I had reac...

Today I filed an official report. Jeff was to be contacted, as well, so that he could file his report. There is no statute of limitations. T...

I'm having lots of ups and downs lately. Stress does that to me. Father-in-law went home yesterday. Adam was the last one to leave for...

Yup. I am. Right now I'm still learning to use my new hip and I'm limited to using the treadmill-- one minute running/two minutes ...

My father-in-law does nothing. I'm pretty sure he wants to do something, but unless someone suggests it, he does nothing. On Saturday he...

Darrin is the youngest in his family. I am one of the oldest. My dad is in his late 60s. Darrin's dad is ancient. Because of his ancie...

Because sometimes when I'm unable to manage PTSD (not even close to "managing" right now), I think about weird things, and ima...

Years ago I was in the pediatrician's office, waiting for my child to be called to an exam room. I was pretending to read a magazine. I ...

I am a hoarder. Not in the normal sense of the word-- I hate clutter and I don't collect things. I routinely sort and purge my belongi...

Therapist sent me an email today. Part of the email was this sentence, "What I want you to know is that you have inspired me with the w...

I have been blogging more than eight years. This blog, Beautiful World, is and extension of another blog, Magical World, which I began in Ma...

I got home from New York to find a letter and five phone messages letting me know that my mammogram screening showed a problem and I needed ...

I've been in New York visiting family for the past week. It's been about eight years since I was last here. Tabitha and I are stayin...

Sometimes I want to scribble on a blog post. There are drawbacks to not writing with a pen or pencil. By the time I import the picture o...

There was a time when I used to judge people who were: 1. overweight 2. jobless 3. in chronic pain or fatigue (I called it "hypochon...