
For many CPTSD survivors, it took a lot of pain and chaos to make us as gentle and mindful as we are.
We’ve seen, we’ve experienced, the sh*t show.
We have no desire to visit the sh*t show on anybody else.
Sometimes, though, that “fight” response makes us seem a little combative.
Sometimes that “flee” response makes us seem like we don’t like people. (And, of course, sometimes we don’t like people— and there’s nothing wrong with that.)
Sometimes that “freeze” response can make us feel like we’re holding back or holding out on people.
That is to say: sometimes trauma responses are going to make us feel or seem like people we aren’t.
And yet, we still want to be gentle with the world, with other people, especially with animals.
The vast majority of the CPTSD survivors I’ve ever met have wanted nothing more than to heal the world.
We’ve decided the sh*t show stops with us. Which is why we go through the hassle of working a recovery.
We don’t want to be like our abusers.
Our abusers could not fathom doing the amount of kind of work we do in trauma recovery.
I don’t care who your abusers were, whether they were people or institutions— they were gross.
The sh*t show actually belongs to them, even though we’re the ones who pay the price for their chaos.
It’s actually a f*cking miracle we’re as gentle as we are.
If you’re reading this, you’re doing something your abusers could not fathom. You’re reading, studying, taking in material to improve your life, to make things different.
Remember that.
Even when it feels like it’s an uphill battle, if when it feels like it’s not working, even when it feels hopeless and pointless— you’re committed to, and working to definitively, end, the sh*t show.
I admire and love your gentleness.
It’s not a weakness, it’s a superpower.
And I’m not just saying that as a bullsh*t therapist trope— I mean I want and need more people like you in the world to push back the sh*t show.
Breathe. Blink. Focus.









