If you've ever been on a healing journey you'll know what I mean when I say you really have to feel your way along. There are a thousand ways through the maze and I don't even know yet if there's an exit. Last year I ran my first 5k road race. At the end, even... Continue Reading →
rescuing, not re-writing
Do you remember those "Choose Your Own Adventure" books from when you were a kid? I loved reading, probably because we didn't have a TV and it was one of my only forms of entertainment. And I always thought the idea of a story with multiple possible endings would be fun, until I started reading... Continue Reading →
hitting the bottom isn’t lethal
Around 5 years ago, something happened that so triggered my trauma response that, even though I had been actively healing for more than a decade, it threw me into a tailspin that entirely capsized my life. I can say that for 5 years it has taken all my strength and attention and focus to merely... Continue Reading →
trauma’s paths of unworthiness
A dozen times a day. That's how often my Great Wound gets bumped, jiggled, or poked. It doesn't take much. A scent. A look. A sensation. All painful reminders that don't trigger a memory - but instead awaken a gnawing ache that runs in the background of my operating system, like harmful malware. And like... Continue Reading →
Something Deeper 