There’s a weird thing that happens when you’re a male survivor of childhood abuse and you grow up. You live your life without announcing what happened to you as a kid. There’s no guidebook to follow. You just sort of wake up one day as an adult who’s technically functional. On paper, you’re paying the […]
From Survival to Self: Becoming Who I Am
Circling Back I know I’ve touched on this theme a few times lately, but I keep circling back to it because this is genuinely where I am in my own journey right now. And the more I can write about it and get my thoughts down, the more I can understand the version of myself […]
2 Years of Writing Through CPTSD & Healing
It’s officially two years since I started this website and began writing and I wanted to take a moment to reflect on where I am now compared to where I started. Not because everything-is-fixed kind of way. More in the honest sense of looking back and seeing how much of life has quietly shifted underneath […]
When Headlines Trigger Trauma
Not a Political Statement I wasn’t going to write anything about this, because I never want my website or my podcast to become political. That’s never been the point. Trauma and CPTSD don’t belong to one party or ideology. They don’t check voter registration. They show up in bodies, in relationships, and in quiet moments […]
Why Trauma & CPTSD Can Affect Your Memory
Realizing My Memory Gaps There’s something that’s really stood out to me as I’ve reached this point in my healing journey: how bad my memory actually is. I didn’t fully realize it at first. It only became obvious when other people started pointing it out. The missed details. Forgotten conversations. Moments where I nodded along, […]
Fighting the Invisible Battles of CPTSD
Fighting Battles No One Can See Living with CPTSD means spending vast portions of our lives fighting battles nobody else can see. On the outside, you might look “fine.” You show up to work, you smile at the right times, and you laugh when something’s funny. But inside? It’s a full-scale war zone. Flashbacks, shame […]
