The wounds of childhood trauma are relational and so, they heal best in safe relationships with others.
Even When I Get it Right, It Hurts
Thoughts about everyday life with complex PTSD from a girl trying to figure shit out. Let’s get real about trauma healing: a series
Unpacking My Grief: the betrayals of my father
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 Pt 3: Accepting Reality
Part Three is the story of a young girl's continued search for love and safety.
My Sister’s Mother Pt 2: The Abuse
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.
My Sister’s Mother Pt 1: The Estrangement
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.
His Betrayals Became My Triggers: reconciling the emotional neglect and abuse of a parent
As I heal my trauma and navigate what Complex PTSD means for my life, I am finding that my dad did way more damage to my psyche than I’ve ever given credit.
Survivors Speak – Jenny’s Story
Read the stories of Childhood Trauma Survivors in their own words as they share their pain, their resilience, and their hope.
Down The Stairs
This piece is part of a series I write occasionally called Childhood Memories where I recall a memory in story form. These pieces are short, to the point, and piercing as I process memories of emotional abuse, neglect, and fear.
Survivors Speak (anonymous) – “Unprotected”
Read the stories of Childhood Trauma Survivors in their own words as they share their pain, their resilience, and their hope.
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