by Elisabeth | Apr 10, 2024 | Defenders, Dissociation, Memory Repression, Recovery
My system is at war right now. Is this more of a war than normal? It’s hard to know. Most of the time, we believe we are feeling the worst we’ve ever felt because we just can’t remember how bad we felt before. That’s also a defender trick to convince us that we...
by Elisabeth | Mar 19, 2024 | Dissociation, Memory Repression, Recovery
As a survivor of trauma, there is nothing more unnerving and disorienting than the process of recovering memories of traumatic events. I despise the unknown. It is difficult to acknowledge there are aspects of my own life of which I have no awareness. It’s scary. It...
by Elisabeth | Jan 24, 2023 | Defenders, Dissociation, Memory Repression
When I started my blog, I was excited to have my voice heard. I felt like I had found my platform to say what I needed to say. I had finally found a way to get past the obstacles to put my story out there. At the same time, I was nervous. After I posted my first...
by Elisabeth | Nov 20, 2019 | Dissociation, Memory Repression, Trauma In Society
I have written before about how dissociation is everywhere. And honestly, considering the vastness of the human population, the response to it has been lackluster. Even people who acknowledge their own dissociation aren’t always ready to admit the prevalence of it...
by Elisabeth | Nov 6, 2019 | Defenders, Memory Repression, Recovery
I have always found it interesting (translates to spooky) how my external world mirrors my memory recovery. The universe is definitely committed to waking me up. I am reminded of that often. This past week has been no different. It might come as no surprise that I...
by Elisabeth | Sep 25, 2019 | Defenders, Memory Repression, Recovery
I hate today. It’s my mother’s birthday. While I would never ever contact her, it is a reminder that she has made it one more journey around the sun. Why do the biggest monsters seem to live the longest? I thought my grandparents would never croak. They seemed to...
