My recovery from childhood sexual abuse
I've been in my emotions a bit this week. Not necessarily in a bad way - just receptive to what they are telling me, accepting of their space in my journey. One of the things I have been reflective of recently has been my years of mental and emotional dissociation. 20 years of disconnection creating... Continue Reading →
So this is what balance in life feels like?
Still searching for my footing on this new path my life has taken.
It's surreal.I walk the streets that were once so familiar -my eyes burning from the smoke as a it rises from the ashes.A decades old skyline, forever changed.And what of the people on these streets?These people watching their leadership fail them as their community members are tear gassed,pepper sprayed,and gunned down.You know, they call him... Continue Reading →
I haven't written since last week Thursday; not a single scheduled post. This last week of my life has been the worst yet this year. I think it is a culmination of the past few weeks becoming too much as I continue to learn proper self-care and balance. Life has gone like this during August:... Continue Reading →
I am the face of PTSD - here is a real time look at the day-to-day struggles of this mental injury. #PTSDAwareness #PTSDWWarrior #TraumaHealing #Recoveryinrealtime #TraumaAwareness
Seeking professional counseling is important to healing. Journey with me each week as I spill the beans on what it's like to be a trauma survivor in therapy
Join me this Saturday, Aug 1st on Instagram when I go live and share my story of childhood , the resulting PTSD, and my healing journey.
With the ding of my phone,the wait has ended. One month and one week.Granted, communication is between siblings right now,but it is good to hear his voice through the speaker.My very soul feels a small weight released. Healing has no predetermined course.As I accept his journey is his own,I find my own path is becoming... Continue Reading →
What a week it has been.I've practically walked away from writing.Not because I have nothing to say,I'm just exhausted. And when I am this tired words fail me.They bounce around in my head,but my ability to put them to paper in some sort of clear senseis gone.Lethargy,disconnection,depression,no motivation,everything left to sit undoneregardless of importance. That... Continue Reading →
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.
