When I started writing this blog about my trauma, I envisioned it as a landing pad for all the crazy emotions, thoughts, memories, nightmares, and anxiety I am dealing with. That was it; short-sighted, huh? It is hard work trying to process and simultaneously integrate the reality of my childhood into my everyday life; a... Continue Reading →
5 Benefits of EMDR Therapy for Trauma Survivors
Part Three: the benefits of EMDR therapy for trauma survivors
QoTD: Poetry
What motivates your writing?
QoTD: New Endings
Maybe it is time we reframe the narrative in our minds.
11 Things Trauma Survivors Need to Know as They Begin Therapy
As I near two years in therapy, here is what I have learned about the process of recovery.
Morning Reflections
Real time reflections as I process overwhelming emotions.
Connecting with other Survivors helps me Cope with Childhood Abuse
When I started writing this blog about my trauma, I envisioned it as a landing pad for all the crazy emotions, thoughts, memories, nightmares, and anxiety I am dealing with. That was it; short-sighted, huh? It is hard work trying to process and simultaneously integrate the reality of my childhood into my everyday life; a... Continue Reading →
A Flower Blooms
So young; shy; quiet; her voice often lost on the wind. Reserved; withdrawn; lonely; her feelings often ignored. Broken; imperfect; defeated; her sense of self only an essence of what she could have been. Now, like a blooming flower, with the sunlight touching her soul; she will come back to life and recovery will begin.... Continue Reading →
How Daily Prompts have Affected my Writing
For the last three days, I have been participating in the “Daily Prompt” – an exercise facilitated by The Daily Post blog. The goal of the writing prompt is to show writers that no matter how blank our minds may feel, there is always something in there, just under the surface, waiting for us to... Continue Reading →
Glorious
Glorious. What my childhood could have been, should have been, but was not. Family vacations, weekend bar-b-ques, with photo albums full of happy memories, these things did not exist. Sadness, loss, grief, shame, I have plenty. Glorious. Oh, how it could have been, how it should have been … Instead, nightmares, silence, fear, betrayal, loneliness,... Continue Reading →
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