4 Steps to Dealing with Loss during the Holidays
There is so much loss in this world. Human existence is wrought with change and loss around every corner. But when we have experienced complex trauma in childhood, the loss takes a new level. ...
Why Nobody Talks about Dissociation
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...
The Need for Collective Compassion
Over the past 12 years, I have developed compassion that I never thought I would have the capacity to hold. It was never modeled to me. I received not even one ounce of compassion. There was...
The Synchronicities of Life and Memory
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. ...
It’s Time to Fail the Tests
People pleasing is one of the most debilitating survival skills that comes from a traumatic childhood. You might be thinking this is an exaggeration. Wouldn’t addictions have a greater impact...
A Cure for Loneliness
If there is one thing I have learned about recovery, I have confirmed it is the loneliest experience one can have in adult life. If you disagree, that’s fine. This is quite the subjective...
Living in Defiance
Photo credited to Dave Parrish Photography I was inspired this weekend. When you hear what I was doing, it won’t be surprising. This weekend was my favorite weekend of the year in Richmond,...
How Time Keeps Us Stuck
They say time heals all wounds. I hate that phrase. I hate it because it is a lie and it messes with our heads. It was created by the collective controller to give us false hope that doing...
The Pain of Freedom
I am processing through some serious shit today. I have an hour until my blog is supposed to be posted. I have spent the entire morning staring at the page only to write 326 words. That’s not...
The Flashback Weekend
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...
