Healing My Childhood Trauma

A Personal Memoir

Therapy

  • one year of healing…

    I’m wondering if anything has really changed or healed since I started this memoir a year ago….whether the little girl in me is unfrozen from time and released from the anguish she’s been trapped in for decades. I pondered last year when I started the blog: ‘I wonder where I’ll be a year from now”,… Read more

  • oh my gush…

    Have you ever had a gush of emotion that comes up out of nowhere, for no reason, catching you off guard and literally brings you to tears? Well it’s been happening quite a lot lately, mainly when I’ve been working out. So I’m pondering about the connection between doing a workout and emotional release? It… Read more

  • confused chaos…

    I’m at an impasse; I’m trying to ‘sort my life out’ (again) for probably the 5th time in the last decade, figuring out how to move forward and carve out my life (again) reinventing myself (again) and I’m confused not knowing where to start (again) at 49. Although the therapy I’m having is giving me… Read more

  • As above, so below; as within, so without. I originally started this post on 3 Feb 25 but it fell by the wayside which pisses me off as this writing is cathartic for me and also a promise to myself and my healing. There’s just been too much aggro and bullshit going on in my… Read more

  • Yes I’ve been silent for a month or so (again) and yes I know, I’m not keeping the promises to myself to document this healing journey as often as I should. Should is a heavy word. But at the same time, I can’t and won’t pressure myself. This is my journey of healing and it’s… Read more

  • therapy today…

    So today I had a hypnotherapy session with a new therapist. I really connected with her over the phone last week (although I was a blubbering mess when I phoned her). She has a spiritual base and understanding like me so I thought we’d be a good fit and I was right. We seem to… Read more

  • do I need therapy….?

    I had a fairweather friend over for dinner back in late March. I say fairweather because I had a light bulb moment that night, well, it was more like a stark realisation, a sharp clip around the ear of what a closed book she really is and how little I know about her, considering I’ve… Read more