Recently, I wrote about the time I tried meditation, and how my CPTSD added a whole extra layer of “what fresh hell is this?” to the experience. Today I’m about to take you on a journey into the steaming pile of self-improvement and self-torture, also known as hot yoga. Yes, you heard that right. Hot […]
How Trauma Builds Tolerance for Emotional Pain
One of the sneakiest things about living with CPTSD or carrying trauma is how we slowly build a sky-high tolerance for emotional pain, and don’t even realize we’re doing it. It becomes second nature, like breathing. At first, we tell ourselves we’re strong, tough, resilient, and yes, all those things are true. Those words aren’t […]
The Dopamine Habit And CPTSD
Those of us that have experienced childhood trauma missed out on so much. One of those things was the feel-good feelings that occur naturally. For us, the simple act of praise from a parent could even make us cautious. Our brains become wired to seek out danger and even something innocent puts us in a […]
My Own Lighthouse: Finding Light in Tough Times
I was once told that healing requires us to explore the darkness before we can truly find the light. Back then, I didn’t understand what that meant, how deep it went, or how hard it would be until I found myself deep in the thick of it, face-to-face with my own healing. What many people […]
Healing from CPTSD: Recognizing Triggers and Finding Progress
There’s something I’ve come to realize on this healing journey: no matter what stage we’re in, we’re always learning. Even when we think we’ve finally figured it all out, guess what? We probably haven’t. And that’s not a failure. It’s just part of the process. Take me, for example. I’ve been feeling a bit anxious […]
The Moment I Knew I needed Help
For most of my life, I was closed off, keeping people at arm’s length, and I had no idea why I sabotaged real connections when they came my way. I spent years feeling numb, locked in a cycle of emotional breakdowns. Expressing myself or even talking about my feelings felt impossible. It was like I […]
