Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.
"I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in Me, even if s/he dies, will live."

Welcome! I am Angie B. Prince, child of God, wife of Tommy, mother of 3, Grief and Trauma Life Coach, Psychotherapist, and Mother Grieving. On 8/2/2006, our precious 19-yr-old daughter Merry Katherine was killed along w/ 2 other teens via vehicular manslaughter. Here I share as we agonizingly process our grief and trauma. Email: MotherGrieving(at)gmail(dot)com. Coaching (Tommy or Angie): Call 865-548-4four3four / Counseling (Angie in TN) 865-604-9nine9two. I pray God will minister to you here.
Blessed Christmas! Spending Christmas without Merry There are no halls decked with holly There are no peop...
He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart.
Isaiah 40:11b
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.
"I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in Me, even if s/he dies, will live."
Stop Stressing over my Post-Traumatic Stress!
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is just WHAT IS after severe trauma.
The "experts" need to STOP calling PTSD a "disorder" when child-loss parents become overwhelmed from the horrendous loss of their precious child.
PTSD just IS what happens when anyone has been severely, overwhelmingly traumatized.
The abnormal trauma of DEATH OF A CHILD coming at us child-loss parents IS the disorder--NOT how our poor minds, bodies, spirits, hearts, etc. are reeling from the horrific trauma that killed our children.
The experts need to consider—
We WOULD BE "DISORDERED" IF WE WEREN'T REELING FROM THE TRAUMA OVER LOSING OUR CHILD~
PTSD just describes what many of us grieving parents are going through should any objective observer be watching. So the labeling of the symptoms of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder can be very helpful, put please dear "experts," do not call it a FAILURE of our grief, NOR of our CHARACTERS BEING FLAWED; we are simply overwhelmed by the death of our precious child!
This unfair, actually cruel, false-labeling of a grieving parent reminds me of what was being perpetrated by the so-called experts of the '70's when they BLAMED SCHIZOPHRENIA on the victim's MOTHER—labeling this poor woman, whoever she might be, as being a "SCHIZOPHRENOGENIC" mother (Yes, they gave a title to the poor mother), blaming HER for the schizophrenia of her child, saying it must have been caused by the WAY SHE RAISED HER CHILD! Since schizophrenia doesn't typically hit till late teens or early 20's, these crazy "experts" could "appear" to know what they were talking about due to the disease's timing for exhibiting its symptoms. Now, scientists have clear-cut neurophysiological evidence that schizophrenia is a bonafide physiological brain disorder from the hard evidence of the schizophrenic person's brain scans, thus NO LONGER BLAMING THE MOTHER'S MOTHERING SKILLS...
Hopefully, with current availability of P.E.T. scans, experts of today will see the clear neurophysiological evidence of the brain trauma in victims of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and
STOP BLAMING US VICTIMS FOR "CHARACTER FLAWS" OR FOR "FAILURE TO GRIEVE PROPERLY"!
We carry around inside of us an indescribable wailing all the time...and yes, it may very well leave physiological scarring on our brains. I wouldn't be surprised.
Do you have any scans for hearts, souls, and spirits? I dare say our unbearable pain is leaving scars there too.
Most of us are amazed that we're still alive at all. Period.
Tuesday's Trust
Unseen Amidst Death’s War Waged Against Us?
I'm finding that loss-of-child grieving,
in terms of isolation, is like being
shunned aside into th' lepers colony;
contagion-fear renders (a) motley posse.
It seems civilians outside of Death's war
don't have the tempered-heart it takes to fight
th' Evil One daily raging at our door
seeking to take advantage of Death's plight.
The child we lovingly nurtured daily,
he's successfully ravaged from our side.
Us, he e'er ravages with his railing,
renders weak t' weeping as he sets his stride.
Safely out of sight of battles raging
in our heart and soul, and spirit and mind,
once-loving fam'ly, blinded, now waging
we're surely done with this war-of-th'-worst-kind!
Th' surreptitious Enemy takes delight...
th' fam'ly who once nurtured can't see our plight;
we e'er know he has us in his cross-hairs,
but forget (at) ALL our loving bonds, he tears.
Perhaps he forgets Prince-of-Peace stands near,
With loving arms He holds, douses each fear,
Nurtures the heart that weeps each loving tear,
Gently binds each wound Satan seeks to sear,
Douses the spouting Fowler's raging fire,
Comes alongside each weeping warrior
By comfort, peace, and resurrection pow'r,
Transforms each into th' Thwarter's conqueror!
Our Savior dies t' topple the Spoiler's tow'r,
Destroys Death, hurling it into the fire,
And burns th' Fowler in Hell's eternal pyre.
All hail Christ amidst Heav'n's Holy Bonfire!