The wounds of childhood trauma are relational and so, they heal best in safe relationships with others.
Thoughts about everyday life with complex PTSD from a girl trying to figure shit out. Let’s get real about trauma healing: a series
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.
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.
Read the stories of Childhood Trauma Survivors in their own words as they share their pain, their resilience, and their hope.
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.