Here’s something I wish someone had told me early on, like, tattoo-it-on-my-forearm early on: Healing isn’t linear. Like, at all. I know I’ve said this before, and I’ll probably say it a hundred more times before I’m done, but that’s because it’s one of the most grounding truths I’ve learned. The sooner you realize it, […]
Some Mornings, It Feels Like Crawling Through Cement
There are those days that don’t exactly ease you in. You wake up and, wham, you’re already in the ring. No warm-up, no stretching, just straight into the match. If you live with CPTSD, chances are, you know the drill. It’s not about a bad dream, a looming deadline, or even a gloomy, rainy day. […]
Why I Hated Therapy Before It Helped Me Heal
If you’re like me, small talk isn’t just boring; it’s torture. It feels forced, unnecessary, and exhausting. So imagine how I felt when I walked into therapy for the first time, ready to dump all my insides on some stranger who began with, “So… how’s your week been?” Talk about awkward. Especially if you’re not […]
Attachment, Detachment, and the In Between
Living with CPTSD means relationships, whether romantic or platonic, can be both incredibly comforting and completely overwhelming. On one hand, I have always craved closeness, connection, the sense of warmth and safety. But on the other, the idea of losing that felt like the worst thing ever. Detachment, to me, has never been as simple […]
The Thing About Sleep (When You Have CPTSD)
When I first started unpacking the tangled mess that is CPTSD, there were a lot of flashy things that caught my attention. Trauma modalities. Therapy jargon. Inner child work. Nervous system regulation. (Still not over how much of healing sounds like fixing a spaceship.) There’s so much terminology, so many tools, and all of them […]
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How One Person Helped Me Heal My CPTSD
It’s not often in life that you come across someone who truly sees the best in you. And I don’t mean the kind of person who only shows up for the highlight reel, the celebrations, the victories, the polished, postable moments. Rather, I mean someone who sits beside you in the unraveling. In the silence. […]