by Ellen Tift | Jul 27, 2026 | Attachment Trauma, Emotional Flashbacks, Healing from Toxic Shame, Mental Health Professional, Self-Acceptance, Shame, Suicide Prevention
Do you flinch at the slightest critique? Do you obsess over small mistakes? How a core belief that you are unacceptable as a human being can blow up your life. And what to do about it. When the System Signals Danger Althea sat at her desk, staring at the email from...
by Natalie Rose | May 11, 2026 | CPTSD, Emotional Flashbacks, Guest Contributor, Self Care, Self Regulation
This past week in therapy was really tough. I took a break over the holidays to let my body rest, but I knew that as soon as 2026 came, it was back to the grind. I had gotten through two appointments each day with my therapists, who are helping me work through my...
by Heather Jurvelin | May 7, 2026 | Anxiety, CPTSD, Emotional Flashbacks, Hypervigilance
When is it a good time to admit to your therapist that you have literally army crawled through your house like Rambo to avoid answering the door? I surely can’t be the only one to pin myself up against the wall and peek through the curtains, waiting for the...
by Sophia Rehmus | Apr 9, 2026 | Complex PTSD Healing, CPTSD, Emotional Flashbacks, Triggers
In a scene from one of my favorite films, The Iron Giant, a boy named Hogarth plays in a junk yard with his new friend, a giant metal man fallen from space. In the midst of their game, Hogarth pulls out a toy gun and aims it at the giant. Instantly, and without his...
by Elizabeth Woods | Feb 9, 2026 | CPTSD, CPTSD Survivor Stories, Emotional Flashbacks, Flashbacks
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...
by Natalie Rose | Dec 31, 2025 | Building Resilience in Healing, CPTSD, Emotional Flashbacks, Expressive Writing, Feeling Good Enough, Guest Contributor, Post Traumatic Growth, Recovery, Self Care
One sweltering July when I was fifteen, I was camped out on a shaded picnic bench at nerd camp. While furiously pushing the buttons on my calculator and drilling exercises for my upcoming exam, I heard rustling in the grass ahead of me. When I looked up, I saw a small...
