Tanya Arons
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I write about my life experiences. I write about complex ptsd, the agonies, the angst and my post traumatic growth. About Beauty, Truth and Honour and little vignettes of comfort from the spirits that love me: living and dead. I also Dance!
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Memories: 10 February 2025
10 February 2025 3:50 am No rest for The Tanya. My bladder is playing up merry hell. Up every 30-40 minutes. I am not sure what has caused this sudden malaise with my bladder and lack of sleep. I have been doing so well in recent weeks, only getting up once or twice a night.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 24 March 2025
24 March 2025 7:01 am awake and aware. I received some happy news during the night. Recalibrations and restitutions. So my spirit people telling me lately that “all is well” were speaking the truth. I wondered why there was a flurry of spiritual activity and interruptions during my YouTube videos lately. I am glad to get validation that I haven’t gone mad.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 21 March 2025
21 March 2025 12:24 am 7:37 am Yesterday I worked on my calaca earrings for 15 hours. Then I got slammed with my gut at 3 am (which means the intense euphoric high was probably an IBS flare up! Lol!) I shouldn’t laugh actually as my body is being centrifuged out of its own self cos I keep fighting forwards!
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 17 March 2025
17 March 2025 Yippy Yi yo! Here we go! Swings and roundabouts! Another day in Paradise! Good Morning. It’s 6 am. Wow! Another day in Paradise. I had a better sleep. Only one pee break during the night. Hopefully that bladder firestorm is over. Omg! Exhausting and crazy making. But here is the golden light of a new day. Just lovely. Blessèd Be, People of Earth. Mama T is back on her tippy toes…strutting her stuff.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 19 March 2025
19 March 2025 9:35 am. Alive. Bladder still ornery. Up for the fourth time. But slowly improving. …maybe. I woke up thinking about my beautiful little bone pointer telling me she wants me free in another paradigm. I interpreted it as she wants me dead, as I am Already “free” in many varied ways.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
