Life of Becka

Confessions of a Dreamer

Someone Else’s Life.

I have often been accused of over sharing. Spilling to my off my life in public, not holding back enough. The truth is, that’s not a lie. I do over … Continue reading

October 18, 2011

The Traveler

I’ve written poems before on what it is like to have most of your memories gone because of PTSD. Lately I have been feeling very worn down with not being able to remember. It is heart wrenching at times to have friends tell you of the things you did together and have absolutely no clue that it ever happened. This is just another way of trying to express what it feels like sometimes.

July 4, 2010