Real stories. Deep wounds. Honest healing. One survivor’s honest journey through childhood trauma, healing, and hope. Unfiltered.

childhood trauma

  • From August 2025 to January 2026, the author reflects on their emotional journey through a series of hopeful yet painful experiences. They recount the shattered expectations surrounding family reunions, particularly after their mother’s health crisis, resulting in feelings of isolation and regret. The narrative emphasises the need to reconnect with lost childhood aspirations for justice… Read more

  • This collection of ‘thought notes’ chronicles the author’s personal reflections shared via WhatsApp from August 2025 to January 2026, during a five-month blogging break. It includes varied entries ranging from essays to brief statements, expressing raw truths about healing and the complexities of emotional struggles. Read more

  • trust issues…

    Experiences come along to highlight unresolved pain, to expose the unhealed parts of ourselves, revealing itself as emotionally triggering situations and disproportionate pain. If a seemingly incocuous situation hurts way too much, and disproportionately so, then it’s the signal of an unhealed wound; if you can’t simply shrug it off, it’s undigested pain from the Read more

  • quick fix…

    It’s common knowledge that if you need mental health support of any kind NOT to go to anyone you know – it’s too close for comfort. I admit, I went against that tenet and had a session of hypnotherapy back in April 2024, two month after I’d had the punch in the gut and kick Read more

  • finally healing…?

    Until last week, I’d had a five week hiatus from from therapy – or should I say counselling (same difference really). Quite a gap considering I started off with weekly sessions and in some instances, I recall having two sessions in one week when my emotions were boiling over, feeling seriously messed up and dysregulated. Read more

  • (continued from part 1) After the unholy trinity left, Mum and I were alone and the hunted. Completely cut off and ostracised by any family we had, (she was the divorced black sheep of the family), I learned that I had to keep my sword drawn and be on guard 24/7, chronic anxiety alarming me Read more

  • I know I had a “Babadook” living in me for a very long time… (and it’s taken me weeks to try and write this post which is siginificant in itself). It’s just too huge a subject in my life. No, I never coined the phrase ‘Babadook’. It’s a movie I was drawn to watch about Read more

  • I’ve been wondering lately: is there a gift in my childhood trauma? Is there something beautiful in the bad, some sort of meaning that I need to find? Is there something to learn from my painful experiences to help me live differently, to mould and shape my life and make better choices? The questions arose Read more

  • 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

  • undigested pain…part 2

    ….a continuation (there’s too much to say…) The unholy trinity abandoned us knowing all of the dangers, without any warning, without a conversation; devoid of an explanation, without a care in the world. They were like sisters to me. I’d grown up with them from a baby. They were all I knew and I loved Read more