We All Have Regrets We all have regrets. We’re only human. We make mistakes, we say things we wish we hadn’t, and we make choices that, in hindsight, we might have made differently. And then there are those embarrassing moments we would happily erase from existence if we could. But something I’ve come to learn […]
CPTSD: Every Healing Journey Is Different
Vulnerability Doesn’t End When You Hit Publish One of the things I didn’t expect when I started writing about CPTSD was that hitting “publish” would bring a whole new kind of vulnerability. Writing my story was difficult, but sharing it with the world was something else entirely. Suddenly, the words I had carried privately for […]
CPTSD, Trauma, and the Power of Laughter
There is something about me that you may not know: I like to laugh. Actually, if you know me at all, that probably isn’t much of a secret. I’ve always been someone who uses humor. Sometimes at the most inappropriate times. Sometimes when things are uncomfortable. And definitely when life seems to look at me […]
Trauma & Religion: Why Faith Feels Unsafe
Live with trauma long enough and you notice something. People often hand you religion like a first-aid kit. Personally, I’m open to hard conversations and uncomfortable debates. Yet, being told to “have faith” or “pray about it” can feel like a slap in the face. The same goes for hearing “God has a plan” or […]
What CPTSD Actually Feels Like for Men
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 […]