I desperately search for connection – not just friendship, but rather lifelines to pull me out of the trauma my body still lives within. I get consumed with the turmoil inside and it comes out in clingy, needy, desperate thoughts, feelings, and behaviors. It is a cry for help – a yearning to be rescued by another person – rescued from the desperation, fear, and hopelessness of trauma, even many years later. Continue reading “The Clingy and Desperate Ways Trauma Shows Up in Relationships: A Cry for Help”
Believing I Was Alone
I never told anyone about calling 911 because I was ashamed of my actions. Feeling like a foolish child, I watched the police walk out my door and I was left alone with him, unprotected. I wished I had cuts and bruises to show them that night. In my hallway I listened as they said “it was nothing, just a domestic dispute” in the police radio. The words left me with such shame and I never felt more alone as I faced an intensely angry husband who made me promise to never take such action again. Continue reading “Believing I Was Alone”