by Elisabeth | Sep 19, 2018 | Defenders, Dissociation, Recovery, Relationships, Trauma In Society
I don’t usually get alarmist in my blogs. But today I have an important message for anyone who will hear it. And it comes with emotion because sometimes it is just plain hard to live in this world. What’s my message? We can’t continue to live like this. It isn’t...
by Elisabeth | Sep 12, 2018 | Defenders, Recovery, Trauma In Society
There’s a hurricane heading for the East coast. If you live anywhere near me, you have been inundated with the news and warnings about it. That’s a good thing within reason. We all need to be prepared for things like this. We need to take precautions. Everyone’s...
by Elisabeth | Sep 5, 2018 | Dissociation, Parenting, Recovery, Relationships, Trauma In Society
I sent my son to middle school today. Actually I sent both kids to middle school today, but it was particularly significant for my son. When people meet my son, they instantly fall in love with his larger than life personality. He was born to be an actor and he was...
by Elisabeth | Aug 29, 2018 | Defenders, Freedom Fighters, Inner Children, Trauma In Society
As survivors, we are often torn between our deep desire to proudly be ourselves and the horrible, defeating messages of childhood. Even if we have changed our external situation since we were children, we are still inundated with futility and worthlessness from our...
by Elisabeth | Aug 22, 2018 | Defenders, Recovery, Trauma In Society
It isn’t about what you do, but who you are. We hear variations of this phrase all the time. And it sounds like a great concept. We can be proud of who we are as a person. We don’t have to define ourselves by what we do for a living or what we do for others. We...
by Elisabeth | Aug 15, 2018 | Defenders, Freedom Fighters, Relationships, Trauma In Society
As I have been working with my freedom fighters over these past months, I have come to understand the numerous ways others tried to control me throughout my life. I became so accustomed to these controlling tactics, I didn’t notice them. Being controlled was like...
