I fought against the guards as much as I could. As they drug me through the forest, I gripped and grabbed any and everything I could. I heard it snap and then . . . then, it happened. I caused the curse of the entire land. If she discovers it, how will she ever forgive me?”
Nags slowly felt his way along the wall. “I must tell someone we are not seeking to heal Mal-Nai, Nom-Mee, Wee-One, or whoever she is at this time. We are seeking to find her daddy and heal him.” Bags made an attempt to try to fly instead of walk, but the passageway was too narrow. “That day, that awful, awful day it was a flash then I had these as she looked down at her webbed feet. I spun around and he . . . was . . . gone. Will I ever find him? My love I fear is lost forever, I fear. Each day I take to the skies, I truly search for him as I soar. Yet, I do not know his form. What will happen with him?” Terba’s soul filled with grief and guilt. “I have sent messages to Rock Monster daily. She trusted me! I will be forever known as Terba, the tergiversate (tur-ji-ver-seyt)! I cannot believe I have threatened her safety all along! How can I seek a new path and help us all escape?”
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Lea G.
I was diagnosed with PTSD in 2000. I have struggled with panic attacks associated with this diagnosis for many years. I began writing this story while in treatment at The Center in the summer of 2017. It has provided an outlet for my anxiety and surprising much-needed healing. Archives
March 2019
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