by Roseanne Reilly | Jan 4, 2022 | Anxiety, Building Resilience in Healing, Complex PTSD Healing, CPTSD Poetry, Hope, Hypervigilance, Polyvagal Theory and CPTSD, Self Care, The Brain and CPTSD
We can know we are safe and still not feel safe? We come into the world wired for connection and safety. How do we shift from the appearance of safety to the experience of this at a neurological and physiological level? While we may think our brains are in charge, our...
by Cassie Sands | Jul 2, 2021 | Complex PTSD Healing, CPTSD Poetry, Guest Contributor
A survivor poem… And through all of this messiness and brokenness and trauma I begin to piece together a more cohesive story of me I discover forgotten, wounded parts of myself Sealed into catacombs of silence and submission long ago Demanding to be heard I find...
by Gemma Jones | Apr 8, 2021 | CPTSD Poetry, Guest Contributor
The Wind always feels so free to me I wonder daily about life and its peculiarities, the sense of unfulfillment versus stability. The deep-seated longing but not knowing what it is or where it comes from. Is it a culmination of reality versus subconscious or simply...
by Gemma Jones | Mar 3, 2021 | CPTSD Poetry, Guest Contributor
The Willow Tree The windswept the hair from my eyes One tear streaming down my cheek I always seem to have goodbyes Every year every month every week They fill my head with their lies When I cry, they turn the other cheek When I feel this lonely my Willow tree,...
by Matt | Nov 13, 2020 | CPTSD Poetry, Guest Contributor
The following is a collection of survivor inspired poems from some of our guest writers here at CPTSD Foundation. We are so grateful for each person who shares their voice using the written word, to help encourage, validate, and inspire every person who is continuing...
by Jennifer "Kaylene" Carter | Mar 26, 2020 | CPTSD Poetry
Fog The skies have turned gray, Rain’s starting to fall. Once upon a time, my life was clear. Now a fog’s settled over it all. Stumbling in the dark, I catch glimpses of my destination. But as I step a little closer, I see it was an illusion. The rolling mist envelops...
