I made some energy moves recently. It is time to invest in myself and explore the practices and techniques that I always talk and read about.
No more running away, it's time to set the record straight, and the boundaries clearly. Blood doesn't make you family.
Coffee is therapy. Read along as I relate and offer affirmation to the struggles of living with Complex PTSD over my morning coffee.
Reminders that you are a warrior, that you deserve to heal, and that you are not alone.
Grieving the wounds caused by our parents is some of the heaviest lifting we do as survivors because they affected our relationships with ourselves to incredibly - yet many of us feel a primal draw to love them in the same space we hold such , betrayal, and resentment.
My sister’s mother was one of the many adults in my life who abused me rather than care for and nurture me. I am owning that part of my story. Now it’s time to start healing it.
This is a story I haven't told. To this point in my sharing, I have kept it safe - speaking only of the people who are dead, or thousands of miles away from me. She is my sister's mom, and she also abused me.