Living With Trauma: A Life On The Edge
Living with Trauma is not easy. It can include a daily rollercoaster of emotions, most of which are unwelcome. It feels like being inside a constant washer spin cycle of hurling emotions, as we plunge in and out of trauma memories. Some days, the nightmares keep us...
The Power of Positive Thinking: If You Believe it - You Can Achieve it
How are you doing? How is life treating you at the moment? Life doesn’t need to crash completely for you to feel “down on your luck.” A failed promotion, a work project that didn’t go as planned, or a missed opportunity can set you back months. Maybe the boss is...
Natural Limit Systems Design Principles
EXISTENCE WITHOUT TASK / ORIENTATION BEFORE ACTION How Authentic Coordinates Allow Natural Integration to Proceed(Walking Through the Door, and Back Again: An Enchanted Evergreen Winter’s Welcome–A Threshold Tale) This is not a journey; it is a placement. It is...
Born Tired: Why Trauma Survivors Often Find Comfort in Antinatalist Logic
Antinatalism is often mislabeled as nihilism. It isn’t hatred of life, nor is it the rejection of love. In clinical reality, it is what happens when empathy outruns endurance—when people who have witnessed too much pain begin to believe that non-creation is the final...
Mirror, Mirror — Who is that Person Staring at Me?
Hey, how are you feeling today? Have you taken some time for yourself today? If you are a trauma survivor, the answer is probably not. As survivors, the last person we think about is ourselves because we have spent years being suppressed into believing that we don’t...
Not Another Year of Pushing
As we step into a new year, I’ve been reflecting a lot on what it truly means to heal–not just from trauma, but from the related patterns of pushing, proving, and overriding ourselves in the name of productivity, success, or even “purpose.”Recently, I...
Finding Freedom in My Individuality and Overcoming the Fear of Not Being Liked
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...
Scrubbed Innocence: Resurrecting My Words and Worth
Trigger Warning: Detailed Description of Child Abuse I wrote this poem a few months ago, drawing from the well of ancient, long-buried feelings about the first time my mom forced my mouth open and poured Dawn dish soap into it. I was four. Although I had received...