That first social event without the crutch of booze—uff-da!—and then some.

I’m very writer-y, but not always very talker-y. When I write, I tip myself upside down, shaking my thoughts loose from the nooks and crannies they’ve wedged into. I empty my brain’s pockets of all the angst I’ve stuffed deep inside. Then I begin to slowly work through the jumbled pile, organizing and editing as … More That first social event without the crutch of booze—uff-da!—and then some.

Feeling irrevocably stuck? You’re likely forgetting to remember to stop and do the most essential step in healing from your trauma.

Are you doing that thing again? Where you focus solely on the daunting distance you’ve left to travel. The granite-heavy workload you’ve still to muster. The labor-intensive recovery yet unfinished. Thus you forget to honor and celebrate just how far you’ve already come? The obstacles you’ve already surmounted?

Ending your too-long struggle with secrecy and shame: tell your hard story to break the heavy bonds of self-imposed silence and finally begin to heal fully.

Once my secret was told, she surprised me by saying, “Me too.” And then we wept together. … More Ending your too-long struggle with secrecy and shame: tell your hard story to break the heavy bonds of self-imposed silence and finally begin to heal fully.