The Goodbye I Never Said Out Loud
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Trigger Warning: This guest post contains sensitive material that may be distressing for some readers. It includes themes related to childhood trauma, including sexual abuse, as we...
You tell me it is all in my head. As though my head were a small room where false alarms ring for sport, like I have no better way to spend my time and life. You hold films up to t...
on learning how to speak without ever being heardContinue reading on Medium »
it feels close enough to touch, but not enough to return toContinue reading on Medium »
For a long time, I believed my healing would announce itself with a clear endpoint—a day when the pain would finally stop, when the hypervigilance would dissolve, when I would wake...
The Damage of Abuse Trigger Warning: This post contains personal accounts and detailed discussions of childhood abuse. If you are currently feeling vulnerable or find these topics...
they said it would get betterlike it was a deadlineI just had to reach.like healing was a straight lineand not this—this strange, uneven returningto a body that doesn’t always feel...
Context Warning: This poem describes the physical sensations of an anxiety attackContinue reading on Medium »
I forget things all the time—names, dates,what I walked into a room for.but my body—it doesn’t forget like that.it remembers in smaller ways:the way my shoulders risebefore I reali...
Where can I go to escape from you when your presence feels like a weight I can’t set down, pressing into me until I bend, until even…Continue reading on Medium »
A poem about trauma and transformation.Continue reading on Modern Women »
There is a quiet longing many recovering from CPTSD carry: the desire to feel free again. Not to be overwhelmed by emotion, not to shut it down, but to feel without fear of what mi...
Words of encouragement. You’ve walked through storms that tested every part of you, and you stood back up with courage in your heart. PTSD may have shaped part of your story, but i...
We can find healing powers in writing a poem about our present conflicts or conundrums. This requires no special writing skills. We simply open our mindful brain to our experience...
The Paradox of Post-Traumatic Growth If you haven’t read Part I of this article, you can read it here. I used to resist the language of post-traumatic growth. It felt like another...
This poem, “Shell,” is based on Käthe Kollwitz’s drawing “Woman with Dead Child,” and it was my art teacher’s favorite piece. It made her emotional every time she looked at it. Whi...
PSYCHIATRIC EVALUATIONContinue reading on Medium »
It was over 30 years ago when I found myself barely clinging to life. After suffering a mental breakdown and attempting suicide, the world I faced was nearly incomprehensible from...
I might have been in the grips of insanity, but I wasn’t unaware that something wasn’t right. The post When I Lost the Plot: A PTSD Implosion appeared first on Mad In America.
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And with leather straps they cinched me to the gurney, hefted me into the mouth of the ambulance, and I lay there in my paper gown watching the slow traffic-- The post Sister-Dove...
Written By: Isaiah Curiel-Gomez, Clinical Trainee at ACS, On-Campus Counseling Program WHAT IS PSYCHOLOGICALTrauma? Psychological trauma can be defined as […]
shallow creases taste our skin. casual predators. stalking voids we never knew were there. the smell of time is both sweet and sour. old clothes caked with blood and expectation....
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