Memoir
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After dodging it for 2.5 years, I contracted Covid while traveling abroad. Since I live with C-PTSD, I wrote this article before I got sick because I saw the effects of it, both on individuals and globally. After having it, I can also speak to the shame and guilt one can feel from catching it,
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Love bombing is a term widely used within the context of a romantic relationship. It’s essentially a form of manipulation that attempts to artificially create intimacy. When someone love bombs you, it means they lavish you with intense affection, attention, and praise in an attempt to win your trust and affection early in the relationship.
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Last week I published a post called “3 Tips to Help You Cope With PTSD” in which I listed three distress tolerance tools: Wise Mind, Name Your Emotions, and Radical Acceptance. Today I’d like to focus a little more on Name Your Emotions. Naming emotions is a very useful and helpful exercise. It allows you
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When we think of trauma, we think of something that happens in the present. Perhaps someone witnesses a murder or is the victim of a home invasion. Or perhaps someone grows up with an alcoholic parent or has experienced sexual violence. However, there’s also something called “generational trauma” that can cause just as much damage
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In the wake of trauma, many people develop PTSD, or in the case of sustained or repeated trauma, it could become Complex PTSD. Those around us (who we need more than ever) will often distance themselves, mostly because they don’t know what to do. People are terrified to step into another’s hell, even for a
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In 2015, I moved all of my worldly possessions into storage and took off for London to begin my journey as an international pet sitter. Over the next 18 months, I worked remotely while living in 7 different countries and experiencing life like never before. From snowshoeing in the Austrian Alps to strolling through the
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When I was in the early days of recovery from sexual violence, I read all day, every day. I read and read and read and read everything I could about Rape Trauma Syndrome (RTS), rape culture, consent culture, predators, sociopaths, and especially survivor stories. I devoured the content on the Yes Means Yes blog. This
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Ten years ago I wrote a post called “PTSD from Emotional Abuse” on O. M. Grey’s blog, a name under which I published Steampunk romance. At that time, I was writing prolifically about matters of mental health, psychiatric injury, and the effects of trauma, mostly to process and understand my own experience. I wrote this
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What a fucking time to be alive. Global pandemic the like that hasn’t been seen for a century. Currently in the USA, we have over 300k confirmed cases, 3x that of a week ago, Brian and I have been in self isolation for 25 days (even though I say 24 in the video. Losing count!),
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I’ve been repeating three words to myself over and over again for the past ten weeks: I’m in trouble. My heart. My mind. My soul. My very sanity is at risk. (Romantic hyperbole. You know me!) I met someone recently, and his name is Brian Enigma. Yes. That’s his real surname, and it perfectly fits
Christine Rose 