It’s Not About Perfection

It’s Not About Perfection

In my early life, my perfection mask was the best.  I covered up all of my insecurities with accomplishments and acquisitions.  But I had unconscious beliefs that I knew were the “truth”.  I unconsciously knew there was something horribly wrong with me.  I...
We Must Feel Bad to Feel Good

We Must Feel Bad to Feel Good

The holidays are hard for survivors of trauma. I know that’s not a shocking statement. Our circumstances are usually less than stellar. Either we spend it without the majority of our family or we spend it with them but wish we hadn’t. Our external situation can create...
Doing Nothing at All

Doing Nothing at All

I’m a control freak.  I am not talking about the kind of control freak that people secretly love because she will get everything done so they don’t have to.  I am talking about the kind of control freak people run from because they know there will be casualties.  I...
Own What Is Yours

Own What Is Yours

I have been triggered today.  While I don’t normally write blog posts from this place (unless they are written by parts), I feel I have an obligation to sound a wake up call when it comes to generational trauma.  I feel a strong desire to write this despite...
Mother’s Day … Again

Mother’s Day … Again

It’s almost Mother’s Day again.  It comes every year without fail.  I try not to play the “society says we celebrate this today” game, but it is hard when I grew up in an environment where conforming was a life or death situation.  And even if I attempted to ignore...