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He's usually very loud but today as I mist his tank he sang quietly. Here's Chandler's voice.



I've learned something about the media while watching the Supreme Court in the Russian Federation. I've learned the importance of knowing your media sources and recognizing bias in individual journalists. When reading articles on several major media outlets I noticed huge misrepresentations and out right falsehoods reported about Jehovah's Witnesses. I've seen half truths and 'bated wording' that give a false impression. Seeing such articles has made me more aware of journalist bias in other areas of the news.

I'm writing today about the decision the Russian Federation has made against my spiritual family. Although the Supreme Court of the Russian Federation banned Jehovah's Witnesses and criminalize our activities, I have never been more proud of carrying his name or worshiping with his people.

I'm pleased to have been part of the letter writing campaign in response to the court case, and I look forward to supporting my brothers and sisters in Russia any way I can.

A few short days ago, all buildings, bank accounts and properties were seized by the Federation. Anyone worshiping as one of Jehovah's Witnesses can receive anywhere from 5 to 20 years per 'illegal' act of worship.

I've watched the video reaction from the world headquarters of JW's in New York and am solemn concerning the decision, but encouraged by the faith my spiritual brothers and sisters have shown in Russia and across the globe.

...continue reading "History Repeats itself in the Russian Federation"

The video is a quickly thrown together sound bite with several art pieces that fit the topic. Death of my brother as well as sexual abuse, suicidal ideation and self harm (cutting) are discussed along side art stills. Close to the end of the video one photo of a box of crayons is seen for several seconds, then the video ends. That crayon photograph marks a detailed discussion of first being abused.

Life without Crayons

No coloring books
No cousin to first touch as I held gray
to fill in a cat who chased
but never caught the mouse.
No crayons would mean no dowel rods on my three year old body because
liberties were taken.
Life without crayons would never ask if
dowel rods broke before my mind had to.

Life did change that day. She saw me differently. Whatever she didn't beat out of me that day made her violently mad until I left home.

...continue reading "Therapy Review: Abuse. Sadism. Self Harm"

Each year I try to set a goal to work on life upgrades. I've set creative goals for 2017 (found on the sidebar) and I've set goals for therapy (on the side bar). One goal is to speak more kindly to myself; control my tendency for self-deprecation. I'm going to continue one of last years goals which is to improve my communication skills by not being so dogmatic and being able to listen to hear instead of listen to respond. Those goals don't scare me nearly as much as the third which is to take steps in to ease my fear of water. It's a complicated fear though. It's PTSD and OCD wrapped together which makes a nasty little package.

It's difficult to take a shower, harder to take a bath but once I'm in there I'm okay with the water but the OCD takes over and I'm ready to get the heck out of there. I've showered with the lights off and filled the room with enough lavender to cause sinus combustion. Washing the dishes is difficult because I can't stand the water. I will not wash anything with chocolate on it. I hate red sauces on pans and cups. I just walk away from it. I changed my cooking ware to stuff that lets food slip right off it so I don't have to see browns or reds. I got gloves at one point and closed my eyes. I've tried several things to get my dishes washed.

...continue reading "Fear of Water: Tipping the Scales"

The short video about Scott Hamilton's 3rd brain tumor is a very inspiring one . There's one line in it that is so validating for me. First, I'm one who automatically thinks people aren't going to believe that I could possibly have all this wrong with one body. Despite the open, raw blogging for years of progression and slowing of symptoms, I still worry about being disbelieved. From time to time I get a reader who challenges me but I dismiss them. Even so, it's a very destructive experience. As an abuse survivor who was successfully conditioned to believe that no one will believe me, I still find it hard think anyone will. So I all but leap for joy and am validate when I hear quotes like the one from Mr. Hamilton who said, “I have a unique hobby of collecting life-threatening illness."  Yeah, it happens doesn't it? He's survived things others haven't. What's more, he's active in life and he wants to live.

The theme of wanting to live and living may pop up quite a bit in various forms on Sundrip because I've dedicated this year to truly breaking out of the old. I truly desire to smash old records, to repair the way I feel about my torn skin, to speak to myself kindly and to live life well. My personal idea of living life well is to live it simply. The biggest obstacle to this goal is my attitude and the stress of PTSD. ...continue reading "“I have a unique hobby of collecting life-threatening illness”"


Other than the fact that the character in the film killed someone, this is the closest visual I've seen of the disorder Dissociative Identity Disorder aka Multiple Personality Disorder. Several years ago I brought this in to my therapist to see. He felt also that it's very, very close to the disorder.

Look at how each person behaves and ask yourself, how much of this has shown up on this blog? Everything from the little girl to the paranoia to the anger and fear. There's embarrassment for the chaos and a strong anxious force that drives us. This shows my experience very well .... except for the fact that he's in the hospital because he killed someone.



...continue reading "DID Inside, a short film"


I've always said I'm not a risk taker but I can't say that anymore. 1 ) I take strong pharmaceuticals and 2) I'm meeting my Aunty S for coffee come Wednesday.

I'd considered it for awhile but wasn't sure if I should say something. I got an immediate yes. Next week is a good week for this.

At first I thought, okay, she's only coming to pick me up, she's not coming in MY HOUSE. It felt as though her walking in would make her a permanent presence in my home. That isn't true. I may have flashbacks (they've already started) and I may have anxiety (that's already started) but when she physically leaves my home there is nothing she leaves behind.

...continue reading "Guess Whose’s Coming To Dinner 1"

What am I looking for by taking this risk to get to know my aunt a little better?

  • Redemption.
  • Connection to a family member who has had the sobering truth of her mortality.
  • A foot in the door with my sister.


The messages and the names as an assault on my person are not true. I want to show myself dignified, alive, willing to exist outside of that maternal bloodline of abusers. I was told I couldn't live without my mother. I was told I'd fail. I'd be raped. I'd be a target for misuse. I'd be taken away and she'd never get to me. I'd fail. Well, guess whose going for coffee? A live, living, goal oriented woman living independently as her situation allows. I am penniless. I am in poor health. I have mental health issues. I have hope.

...continue reading "Guess Whose Coming To Dinner 2"

Burning She Walks
Burning She Walks

I was cleaning my computer files and ran across a video which prompted me to create another. It's short. I talk about my head not feeling right and that if my emotions have color then they'd be turquoise being pushed down by white. The turquoise would press down on red, tear at it, shred it. It felt heavy in the pit of my stomach as I spoke to the pc camera. I had a day that started off rough but ended fine. As explained in the comment section, this is not a professional video. I rock back and forth, I look up and down and I talk, period. I tried to use the tools on YouTube to help the video look better but I'm not so sure it's any better.

I did a few photos of my feet since they're really bothering me right now. It's difficult to walk. If I try to bend the right foot it feels as if the skin will tear. It's hot, red and puffy all the way above my knee. I see Dr. R on the 20th about it. ...continue reading "Turquoise Emotions"

Sunset Dancer by SUNDRIP - 2010
Sunset Dancer by SUNDRIP - 2010

As some know, this body of mine dictates if I will move or lie still. Due to a permanent nerve injury to my right arm, I can be limited in action, including holding a tea cup, a cane, paintbrush and pen. In addition, my eyes are growing dim. Strength in several areas of my upper and lower body have deteriorated. Even so, I have one other activity to discuss in which I participate.

I've mentioned my love for yoga but in private settings I've spoken more. I love contemporary and lyrical dance. I am my own dancer. I have set music that I do yoga stretches to. From there I began to move free-form. Once I realized I'd tapped into something deep in my bones I began to wear a free flowing skirt. I removed the toe from medical compression stocking and moved about joyfully. What do I enjoy? The feminine movements, turning yoga into a dance and doing so not in sweatpants and workout clothes, but in a flowing skirt with "dancers feet" (black compression hose). Sometimes my hair is down but other times the dreadlocks are in a headdress.

In this video, followed by a comment to the choreographer, you can see this style of contemporary dance and lyrical dance. ...continue reading "Artist’s Thoughts – This is me 2"

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