Is living with C-PTSD a life sentence? Or am I letting myself off easy thinking like that?
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.
It’s been awhile since I last wrote. I don’t have much of a reason other than life has been rough and writing has taken a back seat. I think because when I write, everything always stays in the forefront of my mind, forcing me to process, and think, and feel … and I needed a... Continue Reading →
My therapist says that recovery happens in a repetitive cycle of exploration, expression, and containment. I can attest personally to the truth of this. It’s been almost 30 days since I last wrote. This is my second cycle through containment since I first started this journey. It’s been 10 months since I first shared my... Continue Reading →