As I heal, I am learning who I am every day. I am teaching myself, loving myself, and discovering myself.
Real-Talk About Trauma Healing: Sense-of-Self
From the Ashes
It's surreal.I walk the streets that were once so familiar -my eyes burning from the smoke as a it rises from the ashes.A decades old skyline, forever changed.And what of the people on these streets?These people watching their leadership fail them as their community members are tear gassed,pepper sprayed,and gunned down.You know, they call him... Continue Reading →
Therapy Dump #14 – Energy Dip
Healing childhood trauma is a journey that takes patience, commitment, and a lot of self-love. Journey with me through my sessions as I share the process in real-time.
5 Journal Prompts for Processing a Trauma Trigger
Trauma responses happen. What are you doing to manage them? Here are 5 journal prompts for processing trauma triggers through writing.
Blurred Lines
She’s so scared right now, the little girl inside. She feels betrayed, hurt, and angry. She wants moral justice for her pain. How quickly life lost direction. She is panicked, frenzied. Her feelings are bleeding through. Breaking the surface, becoming my own. The woman: Held captive by the chaos of the little girl’s responses. Living... Continue Reading →
6 Reasons Trauma Survivors Should Journal
Journals play a part in trauma healing. Here are 6 reasons why trauma survivors should keep a journal.
Honesty Heals: recognizing when the past and present meet
Ironic I laughed at the irony when my writing prompt this morning said to write about what happiness means to me. Happiness has been fleeting for the last few days. It peaks its head occasionally, but in general – I have felt irritated and emotional. It started over a week ago with a facebook notification and has been compiled by... Continue Reading →
Mother’s Day as a Trauma Survivor
Mother's Day isn't the easiest day for some people. Here's my take, as a trauma survivor.
When My Words get Lost
When my words get lost and writers block sets in, I need to remember this is part of my process.
When Trauma and Identity Cross Paths
Who am I if I am not broken in pieces falling apart under the weight of my trauma and the resulting PTSD? I have always been a Survivor.