In the Thick of Learning Who I Am There is something that I am feeling to be in the thick of at the moment on my healing journey, and that is learning who I am. This stage of healing feels heavy. Because for so long trauma has shaped my identity. How I saw myself. How […]
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 […]
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 […]
What Being Human Looks Like with CPTSD
Armor, Bruises, and the Red Alert Life Living with CPTSD, I often wonder how other people see us. And what it actually means to be human for us. For me, being human with CPTSD feels like walking around wearing invisible armor while also nursing invisible bruises. I can be laughing at a joke, or cracking […]
Why The Brain Registers Absence In CPTSD
I came across a line recently that lodged itself in my head like a song lyric: “The brain registers absence, not cause.” At first, I thought, “Yeah, okay, sounds deep.” But the more I sat with it, the more it felt like someone had put words to a quiet truth I’d been carrying for years. […]
Making Peace with a Trauma-Stamped Brain
The brain is this wild mix of wiring, chemistry, and memory, running everything from your heartbeat to your deepest thoughts, all while somehow letting you remember the lyrics to songs you haven’t heard in twenty years. Beautifully magnificent… and sometimes, frustratingly mysterious. It’s a powerhouse of possibility and also a paradox. It keeps us alive. […]