by Polly Hansen | Nov 1, 2024 | CPTSD and PTSD
When they said to fill the bathtub to have drinking water on hand, I thought it was overkill When they said to fill the bathtub to have drinking water on hand, I thought it was overkill. I didn’t think Helene would make it this far inland. Won’t all the mountains be a...
by Morrene Hauser | Oct 31, 2024 | ACEs, CPTSD, CPTSD and PTSD, Emotional Wellness, Family Disease, Guest Contributor, Healing from Toxic Shame
The first time I remember feeling shame was on my fifth birthday. MyMom’s boyfriend had just given me a present, and before I opened it, Imade some flippant comment in an effort to be funny. Although time haserased the words that came from my mouth that day, my...
by Jesse Donahue | Oct 29, 2024 | CPTSD, CPTSD and PTSD, Guest Contributor
The Man Who Lives Under the BridgeBy Jesse Donahue 2017 ©There is a man who lives in a large drainage culvert that goes under a road near my home. He has been there for nearly a decade. You see him frequently, standing out on the sidewalk at the large drainage pipe...
by Rachel Grant | Oct 17, 2024 | CPTSD, CPTSD and PTSD, Emotional Wellness, Guest Contributor
For many survivors of childhood s*xual abuse, the journey toward healing can be fraught with discomfort. The body often becomes a site of trauma, a vessel that holds memories and sensations tied to painful experiences. The complex relationship between the mind and...
by Lena Pousette | Oct 16, 2024 | CPTSD, CPTSD and PTSD, Gaslighting, Guest Contributor
We were perfect for each other. Or so I thought. His love for children, our incredible chemistry, he seemed to know how I was thinking, what I liked, he made me feel like I had “come home.” I had no idea that this was his usual MO, like a game, for him to figure out...
by Jesse Donahue | Oct 14, 2024 | CPTSD, CPTSD and PTSD, Emotional Wellness, Guest Contributor
The Emptiness of Yesterday By Jesse Donahue © 2024 The experience has shown me that the authentic self that sparked noticeably bright and lived so comfortably will dissolve from memory The emptiness of yesterday, and here I sit today. Yesterday, a day of clarity was...
