For most of my life, I thought my body was betraying me. The racing heart. The shaking hands. The hollow, floating feeling that showed up at the worst possible moments, like I was a ghost watching myself try to function. I’d tell myself, “Calm down. You’re fine.” But my body clearly hadn’t gotten the memo. […]
CPTSD Recovery: Moving Beyond the Past
Living Under the Dark Cloud Living with CPTSD can feel like carrying a dark cloud everywhere you go. It tags along into every room, every conversation, even the quiet moments when you just want some peace. And after a while, you start to think maybe that cloud is you. That it defines who you are, […]
CPTSD: The Messy Side No One Talks About
The Messy Side of CPTSD CPTSD can make you snappy, defensive, moody, and unpredictable. It’ll make you shut down right when someone needs you the most. It’ll push you into self-sabotage, blowing up relationships, jobs, and chances before they even get off the ground. And occasionally? It makes you come across as cold, detached, or […]
Healing Out Loud: Writing My Trauma Online
Why I Share My Story Online Some people keep diaries. I decided to keep mine on the internet, where strangers (hi!) can read it. And for someone who has always been a private person, it seems like an odd choice to make. On paper, it doesn’t make sense. Why would a guy who spent most […]
How I’m Healing and Growing With CPTSD
Living with CPTSD and trauma, you often move through life so carefully that you forget who the real you is, or sometimes, you never even get the chance to know who you were, because the events happened so young. You shrink yourself, tuck away pieces, and survive, but it comes at the cost of feeling […]
When Trauma Hits Again: Living With CPTSD
Feeling “Off” For a while now, I’ve been feeling “off.” My nervous system has been stuck on high alert, and it’s been bugging me because I couldn’t figure out why. Nothing in my day-to-day life should be making me feel like this. And no matter what I tried, my breathing techniques, grounding, distracting myself, nothing […]
