Category: Self-Acceptance

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The Pressure to Reinvent vs. the Power of Just Being

There’s something that’s always puzzled me: the need people seem to have to constantly reinvent themselves. New year? Reinvent. Breakup? Reinvent. Got bangs? Reinvent. It’s like we’re all supposed to be our own PR team, constantly rebranding to stay relevant, like some sort of personal SEO strategy. (See what I did there? Threw in some […]

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Is CPTSD Considered Neurodivergent? Here’s What I Found

The other day, I fell into one of those classic spirals: trauma vs. identity crisis vs. internet rabbit hole. You know the ones. It started innocently enough, I was trying to figure out if CPTSD counts as neurodivergent. Before I knew it, I was eight tabs deep, reading about brain scans, childhood trauma, and how […]

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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 […]

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How One Person Helped Me Heal My CPTSD

It’s not often in life that you come across someone who truly sees the best in you. And I don’t mean the kind of person who only shows up for the highlight reel, the celebrations, the victories, the polished, postable moments. Rather, I mean someone who sits beside you in the unraveling. In the silence. […]

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Healing Childhood Trauma: Loving the Kid I Was

I was five years old when the abuse happened. That’s a sentence I still have trouble writing, let alone fully grasping, even after all this time. At five, you’re supposed to be discovering the world with wide eyes and open hands, not learning how to protect yourself from the very people meant to keep you […]

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