The Part of My Childhood That Still Hits the Hardest I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the relationship I had with my parents while I was growing up. And the part that’s always been the one that hits me the hardest is the one with my mom. Not because she did anything wrong, far […]
Healing Isn’t About Everyone Accepting You
When Growth Isn’t Enough for Others I was asked something recently that made me reflect a little: how do you reconcile with people who still won’t accept you, even after all the work you’ve done to heal and change? The simple answer is, you can’t. And that’s one of the hardest truths about growth. You […]
Healing CPTSD: Can People Truly Change?
Can People Really Change? I received an email from a reader recently asking if people can change. At first I was going to reply with a simple yes, of course people can change. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized it’s not that simple. Change isn’t something you say, it’s something […]
Why CPTSD Makes Trusting Others Tough
Trust issues and CPTSD go together like peas and carrots. And it’s not because we’re naturally suspicious people; it’s because life taught us that trusting people is risky business. When you’ve been betrayed, neglected, or manipulated over and over, your brain learns that trust equals danger. When Your Body Doesn’t Get the Memo The problem […]
Loving Someone with CPTSD: A Survival Guide
Loving someone with CPTSD means, first and foremost, loving someone with a complicated past. We might not always say it, but we crave connection, deeply. Sometimes more than we know what to do with. And yet, every so often, we flinch. We pull back. We get quiet when things get too close. It’s not because […]
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 […]
