by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Jun 6, 2013 | Beautiful Things, Broken Pieces, When Life Hurts
A close friend of mine shared the following thoughts with me after a discussion we had on abuse, shame, and our life experiences. It is easy to feel like a second class citizen when you discover your upbringing is so incredibly different than those around you....
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Sep 13, 2012 | Broken Pieces
(From Horton Hears a Who) Mayor: They don’t believe we’re here! We’ve got to make some noise. We are here! We are here! We are here! Whoville: We are here! We are here! We are here! The movie goes on to show the people of Whoville as they try to convince the animals...
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Feb 21, 2012 | Beautiful Things, Broken Pieces, When Life Hurts
During a group therapy session for people with posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD), I was asked to respond to the following poem: “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one...