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: 8 March 2025
8 March 2026 8:53 am I just woke up from dreams of people reaching out to me in support. They were texting me and each one had also a map attached to their text to show me where they lived. One was at Wynnum West. I did not know their phone numbers or who they are, just their location.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 6 March 2026
6 March 2026 6:59 am … 9:14 am humid morning. I am waiting for the bus to go to Herston Dental Hospital to have the 3D scans. Hopefully the xray clinic is functional when I get there. It’s a practise run for next Thursday so I will know how much time is required to get there. I allowed myself an hour and a half but since I need to wait 13 minutes for the first bus and who knows how long for the second bus then it may take 2 hours or more.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 4 March 2026
4 March 2026 8:36 am baddd night. Trauma activated after seeing the lovely dentist yesterday. She tested four teeth, surrounding the badly rooted canalled one which is dead by jangling all the nerves with some dry ice instrument. Three teeth threw me through the ceiling in a pain response. Each nerve blew my nervous system up. “Well, we know those three teeth are ALIVE!” she says gleefully.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 3 March 2026
3 March 2026 9:30 am I slept lightly, staying just under consciousness for hours and hours, quietly observing my breathing with the cpap mask. Hyper vigilant and hyper-aware. Feeling unsafe and vulnerable because this afternoon I will endure a root canal surgery.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 31 March 2025
31 March 2025 7:49 am Another glorious sunny morning. Happiness! … Lmao! This photo, taken at The Elephant Hotel on 30 September 2015 (1 month and 9 days after my suicide attempt) just popped up. That young woman was Everything! We had the wildest time. I think her name was Kirsty. I never forgot her. The Mama T was blowing life back into her own spirit quite determinedly, fiercely and triumphantly.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 28 March 2025
28 March 2025 7:24 am. Awake and aware. Another rainy day. Blech! It feels quite warm though. Happy Friday! I need to drag myself to the shops and buy groceries. I couldn’t face it yesterday. Or the day before. I will need to motivate myself to achieve that task.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 20 March 2025
20 March 2025 2 am All the horror movies/sci fi movies are manifesting almost all at once. I blame CERN for smashing reality and merging parallel universes. What a world! Clones…as if there aren’t already enough npcs out in the world: soulless, evacuated, mindless drones. Shivers.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
