hand puppet + PTSD + curfew equals Little Thing with Two Horns reads the Rejected Works of TT Jax
We are in a new shelter. With the new shelter comes new rules and old nightmares. By which I mean that the PTSD is back with its over-used bag of tricks, and I am sleepless and curfewed.
What I don’t have:
A well-paying job, a home, health care, transition care, decent education for my child.
What I do have:
Time, relative privacy, the internet, an inbox full of rejections, my partner’s camera phone.
And a fucking sense of humor.
Vacuum going on!