Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder

CPTSD, PTSD and Intergenerational Trauma: Living In a Fight-or-flight Response and 9 Steps to Getting Out 

When you suffer CPTSD or PTSD long enough, you become wired for trauma, making even the slightest upset a potential trigger. Sending you into a tailspin. A downward spiral. A fight-or-flight response. 

And when you experience intergenerational trauma, trauma from your ancestors that rides on the strands of your DNA, you live in a fight-or-flight response. Every day. Day after day. And it takes everything you have to get out.


Anxiety, Depression and Lockdown: Surrendering the Need to Control

While dealing with some recent trauma, I had been voluntarily socially distancing myself for the last two years. And I was finally getting ready to go out into the world again right before lockdown started. I had signed up for yoga classes and went three times in the first week. I had attended an optional work event. I was beginning to see family and friends. I was even considering going to a support group. Then came lockdown. Putting an immediate halt to my ability to be out in the world again. Making me feel depressed and anxious all over again. As I’m sure so many of you are feeling right now too. 

Auditory Processing

PTSD, SPD and Chronic Pain: How to Heal When You Don’t Have Access to Your Healers

Even though I am healthy and safe in my home, I can feel the chaos amid this pandemic. In my body. Scrambling and scattering my mind. Taking away my schedule and routines. Making me feel even more off than usual. And causing my system to be unregulated. Tense. Stiff. Inflexible. Immobile.

And it’s not just that I’m feeling off, it's that I don’t have access to my healers. That it’s not even an option to see them. A missing light at the end of the pain tunnel. So I have no choice but to try to heal myself. And I’m left to my own devices. 


PTSD, PMDD and Menstruation: My First Moon Lodge (and 10 Tips for Creating Yours)

My menstrual cycle often ends badly. In tears. Screams. Fits of rage. My PTSD and PMDD symptoms become exasperated, and I dissociate often. Pulling me out of the present and leaving my tired shell to deal. Making my depression and anxiety worsen. And preventing any healing from taking place. It is agonizing. Soul sucking. And so draining that I usually end up unable to speak. To think. To function. But, I’ve been healing more and have been attuned to the knowledge that maybe this time has historically been so awful for me because it is urging me to pay attention. To move inward. To listen to myself. To heal. And so, considering this was also the week of the Super Pink Full Moon, my first moon lodge was born. To give me a space to sit with myself and to heal.