by Erena DiGonis | Dec 6, 2023 | CPTSD and PTSD, Guest Contributor, Holiday Stress, Holidays
The holiday season is often portrayed as a time of joy, warmth, and festivities. However, for many of us, especially those who have experienced complex trauma, this time of year can be a rollercoaster of emotions, stressors, and challenges. Let’s take a moment...
by Rebekah Brown | Dec 23, 2022 | Guest Contributor, Holiday Stress, Holidays, Hope
As the sun went down over the craggy desert mountains, I walked my little Chihuahua through my neighborhood enjoying the gorgeous sunset that is so unique to the southwestern United States. Broad strokes of color filled the sky as the lights inside the houses...
by Gemma Jones | Dec 22, 2022 | CPTSD and PTSD, Generational Trauma, Guest Contributor, Holidays
As we approach Christmas and another new year, it dawns on me that it will be another year without my family. Even though I do not want them to be around me it still hurts. We are told to love our families no matter what, that ‘blood is thicker than water’ but that is...
by Rebekah Brown | Dec 21, 2022 | Guest Contributor, Holiday Stress, Holidays, Hope
“Peace on earth, goodwill to men” I have been a seeker of peace all my life. Not the kind that has to do with war, or being a peacemaker in desperate places. I have been a seeker of peace of heart. As a trauma survivor, peace of heart has been as elusive as...
by Rebekah Brown | Dec 19, 2022 | Healthy Relationships, Holiday Stress, Holidays, Surviving the Holidays
The Mother of all re-gifting stories I recently regifted a present. It was a journal someone had given me that I could not use. Another friend enjoyed journals, so instead of sending it to Goodwill, I regifted it. As I sat across from my friend, the gift bag...
by Rebekah Brown | Dec 15, 2022 | Boundaries, Guest Contributor, Holiday Stress, Holidays, Hope
I watched as the old mule made one last pass across the field below my Grandmother’s house. Damp earth turned beneath the plow and I knew buried treasure would soon be exposed. My brother and I looked at one another in anticipation. It was the second half of...
