CPTSD and recovery: A letter to someone who is struggling.
First off. You are enough. You are worthy of love. Secondly. Things can get better. And, no, not everyone will leave.
CPTSD : The Positives We Have Learned
Weird title, right? I saw a thread over on Twitter, some of you all may have seen or participated in it as well. What it was about was looking at the positive side of the traits of CPTSD that we have. I was skeptical at first. It struck me as rather ‘wishful thinking’. But, I…
CPTSD : Rescue / Safety Paradox
My earliest fantasies were of a man, a Prince, who would rescue me. In my dreaming, I was always asleep, or sick, or injured before this magical person arrived. Their presence rewrote me. With them, I was well. With them I was alive. I physically ached for that person. The hole in my chest remained…
Instead of Mother’s Day / Father’s Day
That’s it. No more Mother’s Day for me. No more Father’s Day for me. I’m done. I know I can’t be the only person who watches their social media feeds fill up with heartfelt tributes to moms and dads, and feel, well, left out. Mother’s Day and Father’s Day for me are not filled with…