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, […]
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 […]
Lillian Farzan on Healing and Self-Trust
Meet Lillian A Los Angeles–based therapist, Lillian Farzan helps young Californians from multicultural backgrounds build confidence, independence, and healthy boundaries, all while staying true to who they are. Through an inclusive and trauma-informed lens, she creates space where identity isn’t something to overcome, but something to honor. In this Q&A, Lillian shares insights on healing, […]
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 […]
The Never-Ending CPTSD Checklist
Living with CPTSD is a Never-Ending Checklist Living with CPTSD, for me, is like living with a checklist that I’m constantly trying to check things off. The symptoms, the feelings, the actions. It’s like I’m carrying around this invisible clipboard. I’ll look at it and think: okay, did I manage my triggers today? Check. Did […]
NYC Grit and Healing: Living with CPTSD
The Survival Instinct of New York In New York, survival isn’t optional; it’s the baseline. If you want something here, you don’t wait politely in line; you slide into the gap before someone else does. (If you’ve ever stood on a subway platform at rush hour, you know: hesitation equals death. Or at least, a […]