When Healing Turns Trendy: The Complicated Reality of Inner Child Work With everything being marketed today, trauma, and all its little tid-bits, has become a playground for self-help gurus. Everywhere you look, attachment theory is being thrown around in relationships like a catchy meme, distilled down to little personality labels or quick-fix advice. I touched […]
How I Learned to Publish Without Shame
A Little Secret About Vulnerability For those of you who are regular readers of my blog, you might think I have no problems with posting what I do. That I might even make it look easy. I’m going to let you into a little secret. I do, and it’s not. It’s only recently that I […]
Too Self-Aware for My Own Good
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]