I’ve noticed something about living with CPTSD that I never expected. When something good happens, or we accomplish something we’re proud of, it isn’t always followed by a celebration. Instead, it can be followed by an emotional crash. It’s as though doing something positive comes with the expectation that the emotional bill is about to […]
What My Daughter Taught Me About Healing
I used to think healing would look different. I imagined some major moment where everything suddenly clicked into place. Waking up one morning and realizing I was no longer carrying the weight of the past, overthinking every conversation, no longer replaying old memories, or longer waiting for something bad to happen. That isn’t really how […]
Publishing My Book Triggered My CPTSD
I Expected Relief. Instead, I Felt Fear. When I finally published my book, I thought I knew what I was going to feel. I expected relief after years of writing, editing, second-guessing, and rewriting chapters more times than I care to admit. I imagined there would be excitement, maybe even a quiet sense of pride […]
Should I Forgive My Abuser?
A question most survivors eventually ask That’s a really important question. I actually think it’s one almost every survivor of abuse ends up sitting with at some point. And the truth is, there is no right or wrong answer here. What’s right for one person might feel completely wrong for another. Because as we all […]
The Shift: From Survival Mode to Calm
I figured I’d share a few things I’ve been noticing about myself lately. This is a bit of a follow-on from my last post (you can read it here if you want: From Survival To Self: Becoming Who I Am) Perhaps you can relate and maybe it helps to remember that we’re all just trying to […]
From Survival to Self: Becoming Who I Am
Circling Back I know I’ve touched on this theme a few times lately, but I keep circling back to it because this is genuinely where I am in my own journey right now. And the more I can write about it and get my thoughts down, the more I can understand the version of myself […]
