Cptsd Stories

The Spiral is an embracing invitation for a holistic healing journey leading to ultimate inner freedom. Updated every Sunday.

My maybe-not-so-horrible-anymore-right-now life. I attempted to add as many tags as I could when I tried to think about details of myself I wanted to mention. I'll keep it as clean as possible and only mention the more...triggering content only as an explanation to another scenario or some such thing like that. I'll add more tags as time goes on, depending on what other random things I might bring up. Well, anyway... ~~~~ Be true, stay you ❤️❤️ ~Day Dreamer~

Words for when living feels heavy. Meant to be felt, not solved.

I strive to provide a safe space for open conversations about mental health. By sharing personal stories and experiences, I aim to break the stigma and raise awareness about the importance of mental well-being. I am dedicated to promoting mental health awareness through personal stories and insights. My goal is to create a community where individuals can share and learn from each other's experiences, ultimately fostering a more supportive and understanding society.

Preview: My tears dripped over his slender fingers and he wiped them each time they fell, and I remember now that this is the only place I had ever felt truly loved. In his arms, being held and comforted by the only person who had ever truly loved and protected me. Then my heart broke, and shattered in the doorway of my home, our home realizing my only safe space was being ripped away from me and the only one at blame was me. I knew after this, i'd have to pick myself up off the cool, wooden floor of our shared apartment and try to survive the deep depression that was about to hit. Nothing could have prepared me for the moment where I lost the only person who had treated me as someone capable of being loved and in turn loving another. From this point on, I would steadily lose myself while trying so desperately to find what I truly needed to heal.

a book for the victims. (may be tiggering to some) all of the victims of rape, molestation, abuse, all of the above, are so fucking strong. I really am proud of you for being here, breathing and alive. You are truly loved.

The story of my life and how I ended up where I am today. An exploration of my mind and mental health. A way to let go of my past and move forward. Something that I hope will give me closure and peace with my past.

Random thoughts I want to get out of my brain

As I currently undergo treatment for my complex and relational post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD, a type of anxiety disorder that develops from repeated traumatic experiences), I wanted to write about my life, and everything it entails: my experiences, my traumas, my thoughts as I go through EMDR (eye-movement desensitisation and reprocessing). I want to develop a better understand of myself and my disorder as I learn about myself again in therapy, almost as a form of catharsis if you will. However, this is not a story for the light-hearted. I will be very explicit about my traumatic experiences, as explicit as I can be as I believe it will help me the most to overcome the struggles I have developed through these. This therefore serves as my trigger warning for my traumatic experiences (emotional abuse, sexual abuse, and sexual assault) and my forms of escapism (self-harm, drinking, and drugs). I will provide trigger warnings before each chapter, though, as you may benefit or be interested in other chapters in which I provide my thoughts on different things. Here we dive into myself, a life which is truly: a work in progress.

This is the book, and you're the main character. When you're done and out, you're safe from the people and events that have hurt you in the past. Children are precious creatures - until you break them. It's possible with the help of trauma, and the child which decides to fight, flight, freeze, dissociate, or anything in between. But nothing which is broken stays that way forever. Life isn't a solution, and there are more branches to science than chemistry and biology - things in entropy CAN and should be brought back to the way they are. And because of that, I present to you "The Other Side", a guide for trauma survivors to put their past behind and under their control, because I'm ready to use my trauma to help others.

Svetka is a girl suffering from tourettes and ptsd from her perspective. Everyone lost to her, and sometimes she lost, Her battle. ⚠️ sa, sh and strong topics

A young man seeks help for his life-long struggle in unfamiliar places. A short story making a connection to complex post traumatic stress disorder. On his way to Darlene's house, Jason contemplated turning around many times. Each stop light he reached brought with it a glaring insult: How could you be so weak? When did you become so pathetic? Regardless, Jason drove on, repeating to himself the same thing that he had decided upon first contacting Darlene: I can't shake this desire. He knew this might be the only way to fulfill his years-long search.

" I can't let go of who I used to be so I carry her with me" What if you were given the chance to converse with your old self, what will you say to her? This is what I'm saying to the girl I still hold by my side and inside.

It's an autobiography about myself, growing up and out, as a victim of generational alcoholism, abuse and trauma.

A collection of poetry, short stories, and more, based on my mental health struggles, my trauma, and general issues. I suffer from CPTSD, General & Social Anxiety, Clinical (and often crippling) Depression, Chronic Pain, general trauma from many things that happened to me, and more, on top of having Autism. I write these whenever I'm in a deep hole and I need to let off some steam, so this will (hopefully) not be a regular thing.

This is a compilation volume of various essays & prose exploring such topics as Psychology, Mysticism, Theology, Philosophy, The Sciences, Apologetics, as well as various musings upon the human condition & experience. https://www.lulu.com/shop/valerie-stephens/collected-essays-of-valerie-lynn-stephens/paperback/product-6mv86e.html?page=1&pageSize=4

And you, my lover, or should I say my forgotten. My nuisance, my migraine, my nightly night terrors. You haunt me in my sleep, in my dreams, and even in my mind you haunt. I must purge you, and purify myself as you have rotten me to my very core. I am not myself, and I am afraid I even forgot who I am as I was lost within you. - Slow updates - Poetry collection - Work in progress

I am a straight A student. I volunteer with disabled children. I teach your children to swim. I have a loving family. I come from a middle class background. I also have multiple mental illnesses.

just thoughts I have about my daily life, feelings, family, and processing my mental health . Sometimes I just want to share. I have schizoaffective and PTSD (or CPTSD according to my new therapist.) Just seeing if anyone else out there can relate to anything I think or feel.