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
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
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
At what point in our lives did we become so self-critical. Did we learn it or is it just inherent? Why are we so hard on ourselves and so much easier on others? Did we make some huge mistake we have never gotten over? Is it something someone said that stuck in our heads as … Continue reading The Anguish of our Self-Criticism
What is comfort? According to any dictionary, it, amongst other definitions, is a state of ease and satisfaction; a feeling of relief or consolation. It is that place where we feel safe and most soothed, one that is perhaps hard to describe to others but you know what it is and what brings you there. … Continue reading The Safety of my Comfort Zone
I have a large compass tattooed on my shoulder and I still feel lost and overwhelmed. I have no sense of direction and no map to point out if I am heading the right way, or if I am wandering further into oblivion. I have looked inside and outside for the answers, or at … Continue reading The Emotional Paralysis of my Dissociation
It was 1988 when my mom wrote the first in a series of letters to our Prime Minister at the time, Brian Mulroney, regarding being able to end her terminal illness in a manner in which she had some control. It was in 1989 that she contacted the Right to Die organization based … Continue reading Should the Right to Die Include Mental Health?