The Whiplash of Healing (And Why It Still Catches Me Off Guard) If you’ve read my blog for more than five minutes, you already know I’ve been on this healing ride for a long while. Long enough to have collected a whole scrapbook of “Oh wow, I finally get it” moments… and an equally thick […]
Trauma Recovery and Feelings of Change
The Strange Tug of Letting Go There are a lot of big feelings swirling around right now. Even the slightest push and pull, that weird tug-of-war between letting go of old things and making space for whatever’s coming next. It’s that in-between place where you’re halfway out of one chapter and not quite settled in […]
Embracing All the Weird Parts of You
The Parts of You That Got Tucked Away It’s a strange concept, giving the parts of yourself a chance to speak after so long of being silenced. Trauma, fear, or just habit teaches you to tuck pieces of yourself away: the scared kid, the angry teen, and the goofy, messy adult. “Stay quiet,” they’re told, […]
Trauma and Your Body: The CPTSD Connection
When Trauma Takes a Toll on the Body Being diagnosed with CPTSD doesn’t just mean you’re dealing with the emotional or psychological aftermath of trauma. For most of us, it also means our bodies have been living in survival mode for far too long, and eventually, that takes a toll. It’s one of the least […]
What Being Human Looks Like with CPTSD
Armor, Bruises, and the Red Alert Life Living with CPTSD, I often wonder how other people see us. And what it actually means to be human for us. For me, being human with CPTSD feels like walking around wearing invisible armor while also nursing invisible bruises. I can be laughing at a joke, or cracking […]
The Strengths I Gained Living with CPTSD
Living with CPTSD: The Daily Struggle Living with CPTSD can be debilitating. I have written a lot about the challenges it’s thrown my way, the many sleepless nights, the constant hypervigilance, and the emotional landmines that can appear out of nowhere. All things that can take over your life in ways you’d never imagine, and […]
