Coffee is therapy. Read along as I relate and offer affirmation to the struggles of living with Complex PTSD over my morning coffee.
Getting to Know a Stranger
Finding My Inner Child
Coffee is therapy. Read along as I relate and offer affirmation to the struggles of living with Complex PTSD over my morning coffee.
The Undercurrent
The double edge of trauma healing.
Imprinted with Grief
Sometimes the sadnessis so thick in my lungs,so visceral through my body. How much loss can one heart carry?At what point will it finally shatterinto so many piecesthey never fit back together? How much rejection can one soul bearbefore it is scarred forever?Imprinted with grief,beaten down,unable to recharge. It feels like it will always be... Continue Reading →
The Little Fighter
A poem of resilience; of a child's dreams of hope, and a woman's acceptance of her own bravery.
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. I Know That Feeling I've had very similar experiences when looking at photos of myself as a child and not recognizing... Continue Reading →
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