by Jodi Simpson | Sep 17, 2026 | CPTSD Poetry
She watched him long before she understoodthat some people learn to smilethe way broken branches still hold birds–not because they aren’t cracked,but because they continueto have purpose despite their brokenness. He was her brother,though the family never...
by Jodi Simpson | Sep 10, 2026 | CPTSD Survivor Stories, Hope
Dear Younger Me, I know you never understood why life felt so heavy so early. You tried to shrink yourself— be quieter, easier, “good enough”—hoping it would make the pain stop. None of that was ever your responsibility. You were just a child, learning to survive in a...
