My recovery from childhood sexual abuse
In normal fashion, every morning - my hubby and I started off at the table together with our coffee and a quick check of our online business analytics. It's the tedious work that we try to spice up with each other's company. During this time we check all of our social media emails, calendars, etc,... Continue Reading →
As we heal, we learn that there is no final destination in in healing childhood trauma; instead we realize that it is a daily choice that we must make.
Parenting after trauma is difficult. It forces us to really unpack our shit so we don't hurt our kids, or ourselves further.
Yesterday it happened again. An encounter with my 22 year old son turned into a situation where the subject started as one thing but by the end of his tirade he had thrown all of his anger, his hurt, and his trauma at me. His sudden attack triggered trauma responses in me and set the... Continue Reading →
I’m not sure if this has been a week of avoidance or a week of conscious "mental time off" to allow my whole self to contain and to rest.
It's been 2.5 weeks since my world flipped. A week ago I thought I was moving comfortably into the realm of acceptance as I faced all of the emotions that came with the suddenly change and how it happened. That's the tricky thing about bargaining. Not to say that I wasn’t dipping my toes into... Continue Reading →
Routines are important for mental health. They provide a sense of control over certain things in life and offer a sense of structure and normalcy.
Of course, as I am coming home to myself - my trauma wants to show up and burst my bubble.
Only a trauma survivor understands the work that goes into managing trauma triggers. I am learning let my triggers guide me through my healing.
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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.
