People call me/I call myself jms.

I see myself as waiting to emerge? That means going somewhere. Out of the house I suppose, but some time somewhere huge and unexpected like I used to.

If I thought you cared and you were listening, I would tell you that I care deeply too. About everything.

I am struggling with fear of sudden loss. All of the time, and it is crippling.

Something I have been keeping a secret is that I am sad that I have lost wanderlust.

I am trying to think positive and something I’m good at is making beautiful things and telling people that they are very important and have value in the world.

I love my children, my husband, my dog and cat. So I’m normal.

I want people to know if you have to hold your breath to get through a day, you have to find somewhere to breathe. PTSD is not a common cold. What happened is real but what will happen can be better?