How it Begins



iWendy, am about to take a journey….this is my very first post.

Thank you Star Horn, Mohawk Artist and friend, for the beautiful artwork gracing my blog (

Note to Readers: Please note that the blog entries appear in the order in which they occur in my life. I am recounting what it has been like to live a life with chronic pain and PTSD, and I back date the entries to the approximate time period or event that they reflect. Therefore, the last blog entry is not always the most recent one. This blog is best read by going to the various categories and reading from the earliest to the latest entries. This does not mean that you can’t pop in anywhere of course, as each blog entry is independent of the other. Thank you for visiting my blog. Perhaps it will reflect in some way some of your own struggles, hopes, and dreams.


Giving a Voice to the Pain – Introduction (September 2016)



These blog entries provide recollections from 20 years of living with chronic pain and many more years of living with PTSD.

I began writing only recently in an attempt to give a voice to the chronic pain and to the trauma of PTSD. The writing started as a creative project during a “Mindfulness For Pain Management” course in which we were asked to express our pain either through a picture or through the written word. I chose to write.

I selected one hour out of my 20 years in chronic pain and attempted to convey, in words, what it really means to live in pain, day by day, hour by hour, month by month, year by year.

I shared my writing with my classmates and discovered that the writing and the sharing was therapeutic – for me and for them. It provided a voice that said what they all wanted to say but couldn’t find the words to say it.

I decided that I would continue to write and continue to share with any and all of you who are suffering from chronic pain, or PTSD, and who are trying to find a way to voice it.

The writings are primarily stream of consciousness, during which I place myself back in time and into those moments that are representative of my life. They are voiced in a way that bares the heart and soul, leaving one vulnerable. They are meant to be read in the same voice.

Although not cheerful subjects, there will be moments to uplift.  After all, 20 years in pain, and many more years living with PTSD, and I am still here and life still has value.

Regarding the PTSD, I live, now, with greatly reduced symptoms thanks, in large part, to about four years of psychotherapy and courses on anxiety and depression and mindfulness.  There is, overall, less anxiety and depression and there are fewer, and less severe, panic attacks.  In some ways, I am doing much better, although the pain seems to be spreading throughout my body and I do not get a lot of relief these days.  And, yes, I plan to share the pain, but I also look forward to sharing how much a life can improve when one seeks, and is lucky enough to find, the help needed.

Thank you for visiting with me today. Share your thoughts if you wish.  And come back again any time. I’d love to share my journey with you.

Zippy Zucchini Soup


Fresh From the Garden


  • 2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil (first cold pressed)
  • 2 large yellow onions, chopped
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 1/2″ ginger root, minced
  • 1″ turmeric root, minced
  • 8 small to medium Zucchini, with skin, chopped
  • 2 large red skin potatoes, peeled and chopped
  • 4 cups chicken stock (low sodium or no sodium)
  • 1 cup whole milk (optional)
  • 1/4 tsp thyme
  • 1/4 tsp rosemary
  • 1/4 tsp basil
  • 1/4 tsp dill weed
  • Sea salt and ground pepper to taste

In a large soup pot, saute onion, garlic, ginger and turmeric until almost browned.  Add all other ingredients and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer for 30-40 minutes. Blend with hand blender until creamy. Serve with sliced almonds as garnish.

Unused portion may be frozen in serving-sized bowls.