Allowing myself to feel my feelings while being triggered is part of healing and to be able to do this is what “healed” feels like.

We eventually began to talk about the end of the flight, how far we had to go before we slept, who was waiting there, and so forth. She ment

Then one glorious day, I sat back on the therapy couch and said, “This was never my fault.” In all of my “what if” moments, the idea of my i

We often stop ourselves and the children in our lives from doing everything necessary for the body to heal from trauma. We stop our tears, w

Listen to the children. Talk to the children. Follow the clues they leave to their faulty connections. Help them be free to live the lives t

What if the trauma outweighs the goodness of God? It is easy to think that is a spiritual problem, but does a child (or adult) who prays for

As I began to heal, I saw the world around me for what I felt like was the first time. I was like a small child discovering the world. There

When my earrings fell out and bounced across the floor, I was suddenly about six years old in an adult presenter’s body. I could do nothing

Then, I felt it pass over me like a wave. It felt like I was just outside the place where the waves broke and crashed onto the sand. The emo

I was watching a small girl at the next table when she suddenly lost it. Hysterical. Pulling at her blouse. Inconsolable. It was something a

This is a line of sorts in the sands of time because this blog post divides my past from my future. I suppose it can't really be that...