Because most of my years involved struggling with darkness and depression, NOT being in that state so much anymore feels like a striking difference. When I reflect on this change, the image of the Rose Window in Notre Dame’s Cathedral comes to my mind. The perfect order that the rose window symbolizes. When my own version of that beautiful window is within reach inside of me, when I can access it, touch it, this is when I feel at peace. This is when I have access to order. The overwhelming chaos that continues to exist in my body – it calms and feels tamed.
Continue reading “My Rose Window: Order Admidst Depression’s Chaos”Flashbacks – Hijacked by Body Memories
On Monday night I pushed through a difficult Pilates class, my heart racing from the exertion of my workout and fear of drawing my instructor’s attention if my form was off. This particular teacher challenged us in a way that often intimidated me. But to be fair, most people intimidate me. Continue reading “Flashbacks – Hijacked by Body Memories”
Dancing with Complex-PTSD and the Darkness of its Depression
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”

