a poem about abuse.
The Thief
Vulnerability and Confidence
The road to recovery is definitely not straight.
Reflections
I've been fighting lethargy all day, thinking about wanting to write but not really having the motivation. That has actually been the theme of my year - thinking about what I want to do but not really having the strength (mentally or physically) to do it. Don't get me wrong - I've had many successes... Continue Reading →
I Write to Heal
One thing I have always been good at is writing. Of the few memories I have from childhood, I remember clearly the few writing projects I did in school. I've always wanted to be a writer. I am also a natural leader, though I am quite the introvert. Due to my trauma, I do not... Continue Reading →
Strangers
A survivor I follow on social media posted recently about seeing childhood photos of themselves but not recognizing the child in the photo. Not remembering the hair style, clothing, or even their own figure. It got me thinking. I've had very similar experiences. Looking at photos of myself as a child and not recognizing the... Continue Reading →
When Trauma and Identity Cross Paths
I saw something on Instagram which got me thinking about my journey the last few months. It started during the summer. I was in a therapy session - feeling present, feeling light, feeling happy, and in control when my therapist said it: “What you are feeling is called recovery”. I didn’t really give it too much thought... Continue Reading →
When My Words Fall Silent
New levels of awareness and growth continue as I journey to recovery from PTSD
A Young Girl Speaks
A glimpse of my strength during the storms of my childhood.
The Reality of Trauma Recovery
A day in the life of Trauma Recovery
