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: 20 December 2025
20 December 2025 6:37 am I awaken to a gorgeous sunny cool morning. There is a stillness and golden sunshine with a delectable gentle breeze. Beautiful. I slept longer than my sleep results but sometime around 4 am-ish I took off my mask as I felt smothered. I do that sometimes. Sleep free!
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 17 December 2025
17 December 2025 7.16 am … While reading “Boudica” today’s video…17 December 2025 45:32mins “….fever”. Something flies across my head towards the birdcages. It looks like a faery. Wow. It moved so fast I almost missed seeing its movement.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 15 December 2025
15 December 2025 8:45 am another day in planet hellscape or “Paradise” according to your evil inclinations or most heartfelt proclivities. Merchants of Death running amok on a holiday which actually celebrates freedom from oppression, the light of G-d and the joy and delight in survival against all the odds. A holiday which speaks to all people of all time. But the haters had to contaminate that.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 14 December 2025
14 December 2025 6:32 am dammit. Another breathing backslide. I will have to switch over to the new cpap mask (at $200 a throw!) I bought a new one about a month ago but I was trying to squeeze the last of the use out of my old one I bought in January. Get a full year out of it but it looks like it’s time I retired it and tried out the new one.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 24 November 2025
24 November 2025 8:36 am I woke a wee while ago, entering my body through my solar plexus. I settle inside the cavity of my chest, surrounded in the prison of my rib cage like a steel barrel for a spiralling circus of monkeys. It’s a strange sensation, this walled construct for my breath, soul and bones. My bones ache in my ribs and left wrist. Pain sears through me but I Push it away. It’s temporary. If I don’t accept it as reality it gets shunted off, until next morning.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 15 November 2025
15 November 2025 10:33 am … On the subject of celebrity: I mentioned in my YouTube video of even date that I had enjoyed (or been rather astonished by!) some celebrity status in the past few years. I had no idea what that was about at the time. I thought it was someone’s idea of a prank or a joke….you know….like my “fantasy” love life with a certain “rockstar” ….Bejaysus.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 13 November 2025
13 November 2025 6:30 am a gorgeous morning. Here we go, Babies…let’s fully embrace this life. … I was outside in my garden just after dusk. It was fairly dark. I was talking loudly and animatedly to Margaret as it was her birthday two days ago and I wanted to wish her Happy Birthday. It’s her 60th so a milestone birthday and I am upset that I bloody forgot it (for the love of all the gods!)
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 27 November 2025
27 November 2025 9:06 am here we are, Babies. I awaken this time without the frenzied intensely emotional whetting and whelping dreams. That is to say, I don’t remember them this morning. I wore myself out spinning alpaca until about 2 am.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
