My recovery from childhood sexual 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 →
Part Three: the benefits of EMDR therapy for trauma survivors
What motivates your writing?
Maybe it is time we reframe the narrative in our minds.
As I near two years in therapy, here is what I have learned about the process of recovery.
Real time reflections as I process overwhelming emotions.
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 →
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 Reserved; withdrawn; lonely; her feelings often ignored.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 →
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 →
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Welcome to my journey through C-PTSD in the aftermath of childhood sexual abuse. Come along as I share all the the ugly, the messy, and the chaos that follows trauma into adulthood. We can all learn and heal together.
