by Sylvie Rouhani | Apr 21, 2023 | Emotional Wellness, Guest Contributor, Trauma-Informed
TRIGGER WARNING: This blog discusses childhood trauma. As the cold winter darkness seems to never end, we all feel the need to slow down and to cosy up inside until spring. Unfortunately, we live in a society that doesn’t allow us to rest and preserve our...
by Cyndi Bennett | Apr 20, 2023 | Guest Contributor, Occupational Mental Health & CPTSD, Workplace Trauma
“You are not showing up like the leader you want to be.” That is what a courageous co-worker told me after three months of swirling in a dissociative trauma response. It was true, but it was still hard to hear. It was like someone splashed ice-cold water on my face....
by Elizabeth Woods | Apr 19, 2023 | Boundaries, Guest Contributor
Relatives who do not respect boundaries I’m a survivor of CSA and horrific trauma. The law in most of the world states that you are not an adult until you turn 18. It means that until then, you are at the mercy of your parents. It doesn’t matter if your parents...
by Ramon Diaz | Apr 18, 2023 | Body Chemistry, COVID-19, CPTSD and PTSD, Guest Contributor, Mental Health Professional
Adolescents throughout the U.S. face psychosocial challenges they may not even be aware of at this point in time The stage of development in primates we refer to as “adolescence” sits in between the stages of childhood and adulthood. The COVID crisis has contributed...
by Sunny Lynn, OMC | Apr 14, 2023 | Complex PTSD Healing, CPTSD and PTSD, Guest Contributor
The “Tells” of Complex Trauma and Chaos (as published in The Friday Edition of HeartBalm Healing at https://heartbalm.substack.com) At some point in your healing journey, you will come to face to face with the parts and pieces of who you are or think yourself to be....
by Madelon Wise | Apr 12, 2023 | Addiction, Boundaries, CPTSD Survivor Stories, Family Estrangement, Guest Contributor, Parental Alienation, Shame
I was here again in Colorado, staying in my stepsister’s depressing bedroom with the same intention as I had in 1968 when I returned to my parent’s home in an attempt to heal the never-ending rift between us. Dad worked as a pharmaceutical representative, and all of...
