Complex PTSD VS Regular ol PTSD
In which our hero explains complex PTSD. Keep in mind, last time I checked, cPTSD wasn’t in the DSM-5 and isn’t officially recognized. But enough psychologists I know believe in
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In which our hero explains complex PTSD. Keep in mind, last time I checked, cPTSD wasn’t in the DSM-5 and isn’t officially recognized. But enough psychologists I know believe in
In which our hero says a buncha shit he’s said before somewhere because it’s pretty important and he wants to make sure his sons (and you, dear reader), pay fucking
In which our hero reminds you, dear reader, that the mentally ill brain will constantly try to go back to old thought patterns, back into the homeostasis of comfortable misery
In which our hero explains shit to his sons (and you, dear reader) nobody tells their kids but everyone should. At least nobody was smart enough to fucking tell me
Our hero gives some hard-learned advice to his sons and you, dear reader. Nowhere here will you find our hero exhorting his sons not to be weak, not to feel
In which our hero does what he always does when he writes these things. I took forever to heal because I spent my life pretending I didn’t hurt. Don’t do
In which our hero encourages his sons, and you, dear reader, to face fear and pursue excellence. Here’s the truth about chasing your dreams. Chasing your dreams can be frightening
In which our hero reminds his sons of the importance of practice, to remind you, dear reader, to practice catching the negative thought patterns and create cognitive flexibility with fact and
In which our hero reiterates the important things in life to his sons, and you dear reader, in ten reminders. I spent decades punishing myself for things I didn’t do,
In which our hero revels in his own strength. And points out yours. If you’re like me and still kicking, I want to celebrate your strength and courage. It takes