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Lonely in my abuse. Can you have imposter syndrome in your life?

Oh the irony, I recognised last night as I work through and process the horrific things which I struggled through for decades I feel more and more alone. Isolated in a sea of people who gratefully as far as I know have no such similar experience. Then this morning I go for my run select…
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Freedom from heart ache. Letting go of the things which hold us back.

Today I let go of a long held reminder that had weighed heavily on me for years. When mum past away she did not own much. She was still living in a mental health facility at the time, she had only one bedroom other than the shared spaces and with such a tumultuous life behind…
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Trauma Therapy Session 17: Post day 4. I love making progress painful as it is.

The starter for ten… Dam that Dr earns his money. We covered loads and also nothing. At the beginning of the session we reflected on a couple of things and sign posted a conversation for the future. Then we had a really helpful conversation about speaking to other people or more so other people speaking…
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Trauma Therapy Session 16: Post day 6. Back to processing, back to learning.

It has been a while. I have not had any sessions for a good few weeks, sickness and planning combined. But the break was good, it reassured me that I am not currently dependant on therapy and it gave me some down time, to recover from the intensity of the work. This week was a…
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It is the small things which count. Businesses supporting the Mx prefix.

It is the small things which count. Businesses supporting the Mx prefix. As someone who is newly embracing my whole self it spreads a smile across my face and sends a little bolt of self actualisation through my being every time I come across a company which allows me to recognise myself in a way…
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Poetry to Ignite the Soul: The life I never had a chance to live

Please know I am so grateful for the life I have. The love which surrounds me everyday. The intrigue of a job with endless possibility in its capacity to learn. The people who brighten my moments and guide me on my path. But there is a part of me which mourns for the life I…
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Shifting flashbacks. Sorting through a messy history.

I have noticed something since starting therapy. Previously all the flashbacks I suffered were fixed. The same images the same points in time thrown into my present thought. And historically I treated them all the same…pushed them aside, literally shook them off, distracted myself and tried to crack on with stuff. They weren’t relevant or…
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Validity. What makes us who we are and how can we accept and adapt.

I have really been wrangling with this concept the last couple of weeks. I have long held a part of me separately to the parts I shared. It was always there, but only one other person in the world knew about it. For everyone else it just didn’t feature. And now I have started to…
