When does the healing journey ever end, and why are we so obsessed with it?
How can we stop the constant chatter of judgment, of self-doubt and worry, when we must take time off to rest?
As trauma survivors, the process of healing can overpower us, taking over our lives. So healing should be the most important thing in my life, right?
There is a lot of uncertainty in my life, requiring me to sit with the feeling. Can I learn to be comfortable with the lack of validation and not feel guilty for not justifying my existence?
It may not be entirely just my doing, but is it still wiser to own up and take responsibility? What is better for my future and for my mental health?
It's been a rough couple of weeks, and yet I'm working my hardest to be happy. How to focus on what we can control instead of what happens to us?
Pushing boundaries is scary, especially when being vulnerable. Can I sit in the discomfort and life my truth anyway?
I still mourn being sober even 18 months in. Refusing closure, what else am I refusing of letting go off?