I try to remind myself that recovery from trauma does not have to be linear. There are days or weeks where I feel stronger or “back to normal”. Like when I listen to Kesha’s new album while walking down the street and “Praying” comes on and I confidently yell back at men who make gross comments, feeling like a superhero in my timberlands and jean jacket I’ve stuffed with layers. Continue reading Non Linear Recovery
From the time I was 11 until I was 13 I wore the same blue hat with a Sponge Bob Squarepants patch backward on my head. It was my security blanket when my Dad got a new job and we had to move to a different part of the country. When I got to middle school it became clear what clothes girls wore and I stopped wearing my hat.
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The first two therapists I saw were both pastors. While living with my parents, it was hard to even convince my mom to let me see a therapist, so a person of the clergy with a psychology degree was a good compromise for them. Continue reading Sliding Scale