by Natalie Rose | Jan 27, 2026 | Building Resilience in Healing, CPTSD, Feeling Good Enough, Guest Contributor, Healthy Relationships, Isolation, Post Traumatic Growth, Rejection, Relationships
I still remember the name of their exclusive club: CHABELCK. In seventh grade, the children at my middle school traded their Nintendos and Polly Pocket dolls for iPhones and Barbie dolls–in the form of minions for their social cliques. Soon after the school year...
by Natalie Rose | Dec 31, 2025 | Building Resilience in Healing, CPTSD, Emotional Flashbacks, Expressive Writing, Feeling Good Enough, Guest Contributor, Post Traumatic Growth, Recovery, Self Care
One sweltering July when I was fifteen, I was camped out on a shaded picnic bench at nerd camp. While furiously pushing the buttons on my calculator and drilling exercises for my upcoming exam, I heard rustling in the grass ahead of me. When I looked up, I saw a small...
by Natalie Rose | Nov 24, 2025 | Clutter, Complex PTSD Healing, CPTSD, Expressive Writing, Guest Contributor, Post Traumatic Growth, Technology
The scene: a quiet Sunday evening at home. I was doing a routine password change on my online accounts. The first password to change was for my email and its cloud backup. This is where I store my entire digital life. My attempt to change the password threw an...
by Natalie Rose | Nov 12, 2025 | Building Resilience in Healing, Complex PTSD Healing, CPTSD, Guest Contributor, Post Traumatic Growth, Recovery, Religion and Trauma, Spirituality
Writer’s Note: This article discusses topics related to spiritual abuse. My purpose in sharing my story is not to single out any specific faith. While my negative experiences occurred within Christianity, it is important to recognize that religious abuse can happen in...
by Natalie Rose | Oct 7, 2025 | Building Resilience in Healing, Complex PTSD Healing, CPTSD, Guest Contributor, Highly Sensitive, Hope, Nature, Post Traumatic Growth, Relationships, Self Regulation
Recently, while I was waiting at a crowded restaurant, I found myself interacting with a toddler and his mother. I smiled, played peek-a-boo, and gave him a playful “Hello!” At first, he hid behind his mother’s legs, peeking out at me every few...
