by Elizabeth Woods | Nov 4, 2024 | ACEs, CPTSD, CPTSD and PTSD, Emotional Wellness, Guest Contributor, Journaling, Occupational Mental Health & CPTSD
We are all different and unique in our skill sets at work and in how we are as human beings Our world is busy and can feel overwhelming and unfriendly to anyone. With the internet and most businesses trading and communicating online, we can feel isolated in our work....
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...
