I started making myself throw up when I was 15.
I was raped the year before and kept it a secret, stuffing it deeply inside and keeping it down with self-hatred.
That, along with being in a religious community that wasn’t aligned with whom I really was, as well as being completely out of touch with myself,
I’ve been meaning to blog about my PTSD treatment for a while, I think I was waiting until it was over, but now seems to be as good a time as any. I know that in a few months, or next year, or 10 years, I’ll look back at this, and will think very differently.
Do you ever feel nagging self-doubt or insecurity that you know is irrational, yet can’t seem to turn off?
Often it is because we are still carrying around what I call a negative embodied belief that has inadvertently merged into our sense of self.
For example, John was a 48-year-old man who was frustrated by an inexplicable
To be completely transparent this is not the easiest subject for me to write about. I am pushing beyond my edge of comfort, as I have a sneaking suspicion that I am not alone; that what I am about to share about my story, will resonate with other Rockstars who have survived a
