by Elisabeth | Oct 9, 2019 | Defenders, Dissociation, Recovery
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 nothing but living out the years will somehow miraculously heal us. Nope. ...
by Elisabeth | Oct 2, 2019 | Defenders, Freedom Fighters, Recovery
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 even true. I have spent the entire morning staring at the page AND...
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...
by Elisabeth | Sep 18, 2019 | Dissociation, Recovery, Relationships
It is not surprising that boundaries are the things we struggle with most. It is not shocking because we grew up in a world that told us our boundaries didn’t matter. We lived with people who made irrelevant our opinions and interests. They controlled what we did. ...
by Elisabeth | Sep 11, 2019 | Dissociation, Recovery, Relationships
Apparently, I sent an unusual email to a client the other day. I was referring to a new understanding about an inner part and how they were impacted by my dad. The client wrote back and said, “There’s a word I don’t ever hear you say: ‘dad’.” I was a little...
by Elisabeth | Sep 4, 2019 | Defenders, Dissociation, Recovery
You may or may not have known that I have been away on a trip to Australia and New Zealand. If you didn’t know, you may have thought I dropped off the face of the Earth. In some ways, I guess I did. I had intended to write the occasional blog while I was...
