Why Did I Freeze

  Trauma comes in a multitude of types, forms, variances and degrees. No one person’s trauma can be experienced the same as another’s, nor can it be compared. The biology of our bodies react the same, prompting us to prepare for danger through fight, flight or freeze, but our emotional responses, however similar they may … Continue reading Why Did I Freeze

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The Darkness of Night

Trigger Warning...   The night sky was dark and cloudy; the streetlights shining a dim glare on the sidewalk and the road beside me. It is late. Only two cars pass me on my walk, their bright headlights shining upon me for a brief moment in time. I am numb. I can no longer feel … Continue reading The Darkness of Night

The Stigma of Mental Health

The statistics are eye opening.  One in three girls and one in six boys will experience some form of severe trauma during their childhood which, in most cases,  may be the precursor to the one in three that will be affected by mental illness. There was a time, not too long ago, when not only … Continue reading The Stigma of Mental Health

The Complex Fear of Losing Your Therapist

  I was 8 when I saw my first therapist. She was a social worker and had been assigned to me to find out if I had purposefully or accidentally taken the bottle of my Grandma’s blood pressure medication. I remember her fidgeting with a pencil the entire time she was questioning me about if … Continue reading The Complex Fear of Losing Your Therapist

I Want You to Want to Live

        SUICIDE….Catch your attention yet? It’s a shame if it didn’t because the actions most certainly will. The rate of suicide is on the rise worldwide in all age categories. It affects all ethnicities, cultures and religions.  It is bias free. It is a last resort, a desperate attempt to quell the … Continue reading I Want You to Want to Live

Sometimes There Are No Reasons

    TRIGGER WARNING…Talks about suicide.   It was seven years ago tomorrow at 11:53pm that I found myself crumpled in a heap on the floor, covered in broken pieces of drywall and dust, with a jagged, rotten piece of wood to my side, complete with the hook that held the cord that was still … Continue reading Sometimes There Are No Reasons