I was prepared to share my insights with the students; but what I received from them exceeded my expectations. I received a profound hope fo

I used all my skill as an instructional designer when writing BRAVE. I have read books that throw graphic abuse details at you on the first

I don’t want to dwell there either, but I find the populace in general to be very much lacking in an understanding of the effects of not hav

I did not come to this place of sharing easily or quickly. It was necessary to heal before sharing. It is important to share selectively and

The day I walked into therapy, I got on a train to a new destination. Scott saw me departing and jumped on board. We have traveled over moun

Then, one day, I was driving across town and fighting the ever-present anxiety, when I suddenly I realized that my mind was in the middle of

Jeannie was and is tenacious, but I don’t think there is really anything inside me that is not available to every human being. We are born t

When I include the word therapy in my blog titles, I hear crickets. Maybe I should just randomly include ‘God’ in the titles. Maybe that wou

For many abuse victims, there is a sense of knowing without knowing. Sometimes a memory floats around the edges of consciousness, but our de

Finding a sense of Self out of a conglomeration of children, teens, young adults, and adults who would step in to lead (without warning when

While my journey through therapy was undoubtedly one of the loneliest times of my life, I am grateful for my husband who became my ‘Therapy

The day I walked into therapy, I looked and felt great--but I knew I needed help. A month later I was filling every trashcan in the office a

I never knew I was dealing with shame. I knew I had excessive anxiety about the simplest of things like ordering food in a fast food restaur

I saw her stand up to give her testimony. Everything in me was screaming. "No! Don't do it!" But she did. In exquisite detail

(Courageous like a Lion! I am meeting many who have courageously gone to therapy and are now sharing their stories to help others. I will...

It was natural to think of PTSD being a primarily military problem—until I met my own trauma and PTSD symptoms face to face.

We had been sitting and talking for some time—a long time. It was like we should have been friends always, but since we hadn’t been we...

With the words to a song about climbing out of the rubble drifting through my head, I entered the giraffe house at our local zoo. It had...

Staring at the large white Victorian house in front of me, the safety and comfort of my car seemed to wrap around my terrified body and...

I always believed I had no rhythm. It wasn’t true, but I believed it. Once, when speaking, I said rhythm had been bred out of me as a...