I’ve noticed something about living with CPTSD that I never expected. When something good happens, or we accomplish something we’re proud of, it isn’t always followed by a celebration. Instead, it can be followed by an emotional crash. It’s as though doing something positive comes with the...
I Expected Relief. Instead, I Felt Fear. When I finally published my book, I thought I knew what I was going to feel. I expected relief after years of writing, editing, second-guessing, and rewriting chapters more times than I care to admit. I imagined there would be excitement, maybe even a quiet...
Apparently I Wrote a Book Well… this is weird. After years of writing about Complex PTSD, trauma, healing, emotional chaos, and the occasional story about getting lost in New York despite living here for decades, I’ve somehow become a published author. I genuinely didn’t see that coming. If you’re...