The Narrator in Your Own Meltdown Do you ever catch yourself mid-meltdown, calmly narrating your own emotional chaos like a nature documentary? “Here we observe the adult survivor in his natural habitat, spiraling over the way a text message is worded…” That’s the kind of self-awareness I’m talking about, the kind that sounds evolved but […]
What Healing Has Meant To Me
We All Heal Differently We all have our own healing paths, and none are the same. Still, we can connect to each other because of the experiences we share, our trauma, the CPTSD, all of it. And you know, there really is something kind of beautiful in healing. To be stuck in a place that […]
Why Feeling Good Feels Unsafe After Trauma
Healing Doesn’t Come With A Manual There’s one thing they don’t really tell you in therapy, or at least not in a way that fully lands, and that is how unbelievably hard it is to rewire your brain so you can actually let good things happen in your life. It sounds like it should be […]
CPTSD Myths That Need Busting
I’ve heard so many CPTSD myths that I just had to lay them out and bust them here. CPTSD isn’t just a clinical term. For many, it’s a lived reality that gets twisted, watered down, and misunderstood. Honest conversations about CPTSD matter. It deserves to be understood, not simplified, dismissed, or reduced to a checklist. […]
NYC Grit and Healing: Living with CPTSD
The Survival Instinct of New York In New York, survival isn’t optional; it’s the baseline. If you want something here, you don’t wait politely in line; you slide into the gap before someone else does. (If you’ve ever stood on a subway platform at rush hour, you know: hesitation equals death. Or at least, a […]
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 […]