I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but at some point a couple weeks after my injury and hospitalization, my thoughts and focus shifted. I now found myself having to fight... for everything. I had to fight to breathe; to communicate; I fought going 'number two' in my diaper and lost; I fought the urge…
Extreme confusion, mental anguish, and physical pain caused the perfect storm for me to want to give it all up.
Experiencing my worst nightmare after a severe trauma, I wanted my life to end.
I think this is one of the posts I've been dreading writing about and dealing with the most, but I suppose it's all about perspective. Right now I am making a daily choice to look at what I've accomplished and not what I've lost. There's not much I can say about what I remember very…
The last couple of posts have been a little heavy for me- cathartic, but heavy. I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce and exploit a side that we all have, but don't usually speak about openly... and publicly. Petty Christy has arrived and she would like to tell you about the time karma delivered,…
Little Trauma Mama 