Light Calls To Light

complex PTSD

  • Where the Shaking Comes From

    I used to spiral when it happened. The tight chest. The sudden urge to flee a room that felt perfectly safe a second ago. I’d call myself dramatic. Weak. I’d ask what was wrong with me, why I couldn’t just… Continue reading

    Where the Shaking Comes From

  • Every Yes Costs Me Something

    What they don’t see is the hesitation sitting in my chest before I even open the message. The way my heart races while my fingers hover over the keyboard. The way I read the same invitation three times, weighing every… Continue reading

    Every Yes Costs Me Something