When Healing Turns Trendy: The Complicated Reality of Inner Child Work With everything being marketed today, trauma, and all its little tid-bits, has become a playground for self-help gurus. Everywhere you look, attachment theory is being thrown around in relationships like a catchy meme, distilled down to little personality labels or quick-fix advice. I touched […]
CPTSD Healing: Why ‘Cured’ Isn’t the Goal
Can CPTSD Be Cured? There’s a common question I get when talking about living with CPTSD: can you be cured? First, I always want to be clear about something in my replies. I’m not a therapist, and I don’t have any clinical training. I make sure people know that when they reach out. What I […]
Almost 2 Years Of Sharing My CPTSD Journey
When I Started This Site I gave a quick rundown on why I started this website on my About page. But now, almost two years later, with my readership growing, I can see how it’s become more than that. Not only did this site become the place where I stopped pretending I was fine, it’s […]
Circling Back: Facing Old Wounds with CPTSD
The Promise I Made at the Beginning When I started this website almost two years ago, I made a promise to myself: to be as vulnerable as I could. To be honest about my healing, not because I have it figured out, but because I don’t. Because I wanted others to see that this work […]
Two Years Later: Why Grief Still Hurts
Grief Two Years In (And Why No One Talks About It) There is something that doesn’t get talked about enough, and that is grief two years in after losing a loved one. By then, the casseroles are long gone. The check-in texts have stopped. People who once asked, “How are you holding up?” have quietly […]
Why Trauma & CPTSD Can Affect Your Memory
Realizing My Memory Gaps There’s something that’s really stood out to me as I’ve reached this point in my healing journey: how bad my memory actually is. I didn’t fully realize it at first. It only became obvious when other people started pointing it out. The missed details. Forgotten conversations. Moments where I nodded along, […]
