This morning, instead of waking up to my usual alarm (on my phone), I was gently roused from slumber by my sweet wife, Karen ( Read more... )

• Wed, 01:27: https://t.co/iuDjrgDr5E


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- D.Mullen (@digzmania) August 22, 2018

• Mon, 01:23: https://t.co/PbDl0WVzPu

NIGHTMARES,
Nightmares sneaking in my bed ( Read more... )

• Thu, 04:58: There's nothing quite like waking up from a disturbing dream, only to find that your face and t-shirt are soaked from a cold sweat.

• Mon, 18:37: You said I can trust you. That you want to know about the pain from my past. I was up 1/2 the night thinking of how to tell you. But with the way you acted today, I don't feel that I can trust you enough to tell youthe weather; much less my darkest, most painful vulnerabilities. https://t.co/j0rZMMbGTA
• Tue, 02:43: Another nightmare ( Read more... )

• Sun, 22:33: Oddly enough, I stumbled across this on a day when I truly needed it most. Some wounds seem like they never heal; b… https://t.co/ZT51di5PIR
  
  Oddly enough, I stumbled across this on a day when I truly needed it most. Some wounds seem like they never heal; but as long as they bleed, it proves we are still alive. I am not a victim, I ( Read more... )

• Fri, 12:05: One of the things I hate most about PTSD, is that you can't choose when it will rear it's ugly head, & you can't prepare for it. It just strikes out of nowhere. I haven't had a good night's sleep in a full week now. #PTSD #nightmares #nosleep #horrrorsfrommypast 😨😟😫 https://t.co/u0BuMV48O7
The photo in the below tweet shows just three ( Read more... )

The Summers of 1982-1983: Isolation and MolestationBy the time that elementary School was over, and my 6th Grade year had passed, I was entering the period of my life where I would start to become socially and emotionally reclusive. I had many casual acquaintances at school, but no close friends. No one that I could confide in, no one that I could ( Read more... )

For most children, their childhood monster is a belief in the boogeyman; a monster that hides beneath their bed, or one that hides in the shadows of their closet. For these children, those monsters dissapear and become distant memories as they reach adolescence and learn that they no longer need to fear the manifestations of their imagination ( Read more... )