trauma – Page 4 – Irene North

It was just a knock at the door

On March 31, 2021

My eyes were fixated on the clock. It read 7:43 a.m. Karla would be knocking on my door soon. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we walked together to Bessey Hall. She had a class and I went into the Anthropology lab to clean and label artifacts.

I was stretched out on the couch under my bald eagle blanket. I stared at the red numbers on the digital clock and watched it turn to 7:44 a.m. There was a bang on my door. My eyes rapidly shifted to my doorknob. Did I remember to lock the door last night?

An anniversary, of sorts

By Irene

On January 22, 2021

In Stories

Today is the 48th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, a 1973 Supreme Court decision, which saved my life in 1984.

Looking ahead as I continue to confront the past

By Irene

On December 28, 2020

In Ramblings

Many people are celebrating the end of 2020 by posting positive things that happened to them during an overall terrible year. As I’ve said before, my new year usually starts in November, but the second half of 2020 hit me a little harder than usual and I’m only now getting around to my thoughts.

Scars 2

By Irene

On December 21, 2020

In Poetry

Halfway across the country

By Irene

On November 10, 2020

In Poetry

The precipice of October

By Irene

On September 30, 2020

In Ramblings

Tomorrow is October 1, and I’m terrified.

A summer of blood and despair

By Irene

On July 24, 2020

In Poetry

This isn’t the post I intended to write

By Irene

On July 20, 2020

In Ramblings

For the past few weeks, I have been trying to finish a post about how grateful I am for where I’m at right now. I may still get it finished in the near future, but right now, I just can’t. I’ve been doing everything I can to fight off some depression and other personal issuess, and I don’t have any reserves left to do anything else.

Rabbit turns 50

By Irene

On July 5, 2020

In Stories

The last known photo of Rabbit.

My father found Rabbit in the gift shop at Horton Memorial Hospital. He took Rabbit up to my mother’s hospital room and gave Rabbit to me. He and my mother had been awake all night. I had caused them to miss the Independence Day fireworks. It seems I hated fireworks from the very beginning.

For most of my life, I’ve relied on Rabbit to help me get through the tough times, to share in the good times, and to keep my secrets.