My recovery from childhood sexual abuse
Wednesday was National Siblings Day. I woke up Thursday to a sweet message from my sister; if not for her, that day would have passed me by unnoticed. Which got me thinking, reflecting, and thus writing. My sister was born right before my 3rd birthday but our parents separated before she was born. She lived... Continue Reading →
Is living with C-PTSD a life sentence? Or am I letting myself off easy thinking like that?
One day at time, right?
Memories of an abused little girl.
Real-life living with PTSD.
a poem about awareness as it takes hold after decades of dissociation.
I long for the days when my father's birthday was just a date on a calendar and not a day that caused me such emotional turmoil.
Emerging Proud featured my Story as a Trauma Survivor. Oh, and did I mention it's subarctic out?
When anxiety won't loosen it's grip.
Welcome to my journey through C-PTSD in the aftermath of childhood sexual abuse. Come along as I share all the the ugly, the messy, and the chaos that follows trauma into adulthood. We can all learn and heal together.
