I'm a gifted adult survivor of child abuse by my adopted parents, who left me with chronic depression, PTSD, and a touch of autism for good measure. Here I examine the fragments of my past. It's enlightening but not pleasant. You've been warned.
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I tried meditating again the other night. For a few moments, instead of the usual pain, numbness, sadness, and/or despair; I felt calm. It didn't last, but it was there for a short while. That hasn't happened in a long time.