The world is filled with black sheep of the family. The kid who decided to be an artist instead of a doctor or lawyer. The hippie in the family of planners and stressors. The family member who moved far away from their loved ones. I know what it’s like to be the black sheep of the family; the one that doesn’t belong. [Read more…]
Happy 18th anniversary to my Mom and Dad! However, we’re not talking wedding anniversary. On Friday, April 2, 1999 at 4:30pm I moved in with my parents. Yes, I know the exact time. I’m neurotic like that.
I have several faint scars on my arm from self-inflicting pain. It’s a dark and lonely place being a cutter. People who cut (or use to cut) have their own reasons. Here is my path and how I overcame.
This was me before I moved in with my aunt and uncle. Right before the abuse started.
Shalom, shalom. It feels like I was in Israel a couple weeks ago, but I guess it’s been almost three months now. What did happen a few weeks ago was the Jewish Federation asked me to speak about my Birthright experience at a big fundraiser. I thought I’d share it here with you as well. [Read more…]
*Disclaimer: This is in no way a political post or me forcing my views on anyone. Just me venting my thoughts and reactions. [Read more…]
Twenty-one years ago, today, my Grandma T died from ovarian cancer at age 51. I cannot even begin to express how much I miss her… [Read more…]
I want to say Happy belated Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there. I hope every day you are shown appreciation, not just this day.
A couple of weeks ago was pretty scary as I experienced my first “adult” flashback. Let me define flashback: A sudden and disturbing vivid memory of an event in the past, typically as the result of psychological trauma (or taking LSD). I say “adult” because I faced flashbacks in high school. I swore I heard my aunt’s voice and it terrified me. That was the start of my cutting and suicidal thoughts. I was quickly diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), which eventually led me to an evaluation center and live-in facility for therapy. I’ve had a few since then, but mostly due to intoxication and no self-control (more like panic attacks). However, this was entirely different. [Read more…]