For much of my life, I have struggled against the after effects of unresolved childhood trauma.
For years, I didn’t even know how much of an issue it was. I thought it was completely normal to expect the worst or avoid intimacy like the plague.
When I finally dragged myself into a therapist’s office and was diagnosed with “significant, complex trauma,” I initially felt free.
And I admit, it was freeing. I now knew that this “thing” that I had been dealing with my entire life wasn’t just the result of me being “broken” or “born that way,” but it was a significant, understandable, and more importantly treatable response to a less than ideal childhood.
I was flying high for a while as I attempted to recover with every type of self-help trick out there.