a journal through trauma therapy and healing C-PTSD
I wanted my therapist to care about me or at the very least to be proud of me. I wanted to be amazing at therapy! I wanted to shock her with the swiftness of my healing! So session after session, I insisted I could handle more than my body was ready to process. Continue reading “Why Therapy Takes So Long (Part 3): Trauma Stripped Us of Boundaries”
I didn’t start therapy to process my trauma. I just wanted a peaceful marriage and not to feel like I was drowning in motherhood and, well…life! I didn’t even know my history could be labeled trauma. It sounded so dramatic! Clearly, my experiences were not worthy of such a heavy description. Continue reading “Why Therapy Takes So Long (Part 2): We Minimize the Impact of Trauma”
With each passing month after beginning counseling, I fought against the shame around my slow progress. I feared I would never “be better”. I was successful in all other areas of my life…so how was I “failing” at therapy?! Continue reading “Why Therapy Takes So Long (Part 1): Trauma Memories Are Stored Differently”
We all have parts of us, parts of our mind that formed in childhood…this is normal human development. We all know struggles like: “part of me wants to eat healthy and feel good, but part of me could care less and I’m going to devour this piece of cake right now!” However, when an individual’s nervous system remains overwhelmed due to trauma, these normal parts of our minds become fragmented. They begin to act in extreme ways with complicated and rigid strategies to move through life. The strategies of behavior become patterns that feel vital to our survival. Continue reading “The Parts Inside Me”
One of the worst realities of complex-PTSD (C-PTSD) is how it keeps your brain and body hostage. Even with years of therapy, gaining significant insight and awareness on the effects caused by my trauma, I don’t often feel free. There are moments I do – even whole days, and for that I am incredibly grateful. So grateful on those days that I can’t keep it to myself! I let everyone know how happy I am, wholeheartedly believing that my depression is over. Continue reading “Dancing with Complex-PTSD and the Darkness of its Depression”