by Rebekah Brown | Aug 28, 2025 | ACEs, CPTSD, CPTSD and PTSD, Guest Contributor, Mental Health Professional, Narcissistic Abuse, Narcissistic Personality Disorder, Parental Alienation
Narcissistic Behavior I watched as the rage my father always carried washed over his face. Turing red, he stared at me with threatening eyes. I immediately looked for a way to back down. I had stepped over the boundary and committed the unpardonable sin—I had...
by Rebekah Brown | Aug 6, 2025 | ACEs, CPTSD, CPTSD and PTSD, Guest Contributor
Survivors of childhood trauma have an additional burden—the burden of the past. Life takes a toll on everybody, whether you are a survivor of childhood trauma or not. Some days, I feel like I am juggling ten thousand different balls, desperately trying to keep them...
by Rebekah Brown | May 20, 2025 | Betrayal, Caregiving, Complex PTSD Healing, Core Beliefs, CPTSD, CPTSD and Narcissistic Abuse, Emotional Wellness, Estrangement, Family Estrangement, Feeling Good Enough, Gaslighting, Generational Trauma, Guest Contributor, Mental Health Professional, Narcissistic Abuse, Narcissistic Personality Disorder, Relationships, Trauma
It’s something every survivor of childhood trauma dreads: the death of their abuser. No one has any idea how they are going to react. Will you be awash in regret? How about grief? The losses incurred dealing with a narcissistic parent over a lifetime complicate...
by Rebekah Brown | Jan 20, 2025 | ACEs, CPTSD, Guest Contributor, Mindfulness
~The Intractable Nature of Fear and Anxiety in the life of a childhood trauma survivor Since I can’t possibly know what life is like through another person’s eyes, I can only speak for myself. Having said that, childhood trauma survivors have a lot in...
by Rebekah Brown | Dec 16, 2024 | Anxiety, CPTSD, CPTSD and PTSD, Guest Contributor, Holidays, Pain, Surviving the Holidays
***TRIGGER WARNING – The following article discusses suicidal ideation and could be triggering. *** I opened the top of my prescription bottle and looked inside. There were only three little, round pills left. Xanax was more valuable to me than gold. I was...
