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 […]
NYC Grit and Healing: Living with CPTSD
The Survival Instinct of New York In New York, survival isn’t optional; it’s the baseline. If you want something here, you don’t wait politely in line; you slide into the gap before someone else does. (If you’ve ever stood on a subway platform at rush hour, you know: hesitation equals death. Or at least, a […]
Letter to My Younger Self: A Message for Healing
I was asked to write a letter to my younger self in therapy this week, and I have spent some time thinking of what to write. It turned out to be a lot more difficult than I thought it would be, but I eventually came up with this. Hey, Younger Me, I know things feel […]
Taking Responsibility For My Actions
Having CPTSD is debilitating. To be constantly at war with your mind where it makes you believe the very worst parts of yourself is something that is hard to overcome. I have been working hard on self-compassion and forgiveness. I’ve been too hard on myself for way too long, overanalyzing what I’ve done wrong in […]
Mother’s Day Was Hard This Year
Mother’s day hit hard this year, more than I expected. I lost my mom back in 2007, so spending this day without her isn’t new. Over the years, I found my own quiet way of honoring her. Every Mother’s Day, I’d buy her favorite Calla Lilies and place them in my apartment. It became my […]
