Warr;or, my ass I used to think I was a warr;or, that I was strong, courageous, brave and capable. Used to. Lately, I feel as though I’ve been rapidly spiraling through Dante’s circles of hell and I haven’t landed yet. I survived the Christmas season by renaming the holiday entirely to save my mental health, we now celebrate Winter Break for a full week instead of some imaginary guy’s birthday - don’t even get me started on the fact that the guy who apparently floats above the clouds wasn’t even born in December, but September. I finally had the best Winter Solstice ever, in my entire life. I baked like a crazy person and instead of hosting one large family dinner, I hosted two smaller family dinners plus one with my little family on the 24 th after a full day of board games and stuffing our faces with not one but two batches of homemade cinnamon rolls. Best week ever. I went completely non-traditional and made full vegan meals too because, well, it’s my house. The food was
"Don't Shame the Family" is the story of how I came to have and live with PTSD. I promise to be as honest and transparent as I can with my own feelings and actions regardless of how humiliated I may feel. If my blog helps one person break the cycle of abuse and realize they're not alone, I will have succeeded.