My Nervous System is a Red Flag (And I’m Done Apologizing For It) I’m going to throw this out there: Those of us living with CPTSD are walking red flags. Yes, that may hit hard. It might even make you want to close the page. However, let’s be real, living with CPTSD often means our […]
When Headlines Trigger Trauma
Not a Political Statement I wasn’t going to write anything about this, because I never want my website or my podcast to become political. That’s never been the point. Trauma and CPTSD don’t belong to one party or ideology. They don’t check voter registration. They show up in bodies, in relationships, and in quiet moments […]
Why Holidays Hit Hard When You Have CPTSD
When the Nervous System Doesn’t Get the Memo The holidays can be difficult for anyone. The memories, nostalgia, and grief can all sit heavy, but living with CPTSD adds another layer entirely. It’s not just the feelings that may pop up. it’s the nervous system. While everyone else seems to slip into cozy-mode, your body […]
Healing, Boundaries, and Finding Yourself
Healing Reveals Where Your Energy Goes There’s something I’ve noticed while working on my own healing journey: the more work you put into healing, the less time and energy you have for people who haven’t done any of theirs. What I mean is this: as you heal, your tolerance for chaos, denial, and emotional immaturity […]
CPTSD Recovery: Moving Beyond the Past
Living Under the Dark Cloud Living with CPTSD can feel like carrying a dark cloud everywhere you go. It tags along into every room, every conversation, even the quiet moments when you just want some peace. And after a while, you start to think maybe that cloud is you. That it defines who you are, […]
Healing CPTSD: Can People Truly Change?
Can People Really Change? I received an email from a reader recently asking if people can change. At first I was going to reply with a simple yes, of course people can change. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized it’s not that simple. Change isn’t something you say, it’s something […]
