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 […]
Speaking Out on Mental Health in Brooklyn
Facing the Fear When I was asked to be guest speaker at a mental health panel in Brooklyn. I was one of four people invited to speak about our trauma experiences with mental health professionals, and as I looked around the room, I couldn’t help but think, “How on earth did I get here?” To […]
Writing About Trauma: Healing Out Loud
Why I Share My Story Online Writing about trauma is a deeply personal decision. For some survivors, putting their experiences into words can become part of the healing process. Sharing my story online was not about reliving the past, it was about making sense of it, finding my voice, and letting others know they are […]
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. […]
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 […]
