Trauma: Here it Comes, There it Goes.

Realizing Trauma...

Alone without any possessions but three ceramic dogs, a cereal bowl, a fork, and a cup.

After a successful practice there was nothing left to my name.

The death spiral began after reading a letter of banishment from a non-profit organization I loved and served for decades.

Days after that betrayal, my car exploded into flames on the interstate. These traumas pulled me down into a depression that cost me my dignity.

Once hospitalized the misdiagnoses, the overmedication, and p...