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Abuse PTSD The People Behind My Eyes

Too many , so many, ultimately you

I’ve been trying for awhile to connect with my sister again. After today, I have one sentence go through my head. It’s echoing. Who is my sister? Who is my sister? Who is my sister? WHERE IS MY MOTHER! My mother has dementia associated with diabetes. She can’t care for herself. I can’t take care of her […]

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Abuse PTSD Siblings abused The People Behind My Eyes

Reconciliation and Peace Offerings

My mother has not died. She doesn’t hold the same sway over my sister as she once did. My sister has allowed me to take steps to reconcile with her. It’s strange really, to think I’d on some level have a sister willing to notice “peace offerings” left at her door. I have this image […]