
CPTSD has this way of convincing us that our wounds are our identity.
They’re not.
Our symptoms often masquerade as who we “really” are, and sometimes we’re sufficiently confused or exhausted by them to buy in to it.
Our symptoms are not the “real” us.
They are our real wounds.
They are the scars we bear from having survived situations and relationships humans are not built to survive.
But we don’t “choose” our symptoms.
Our symptoms have nothing to do with our preferences, values, or goals— so they cannot, by definition, be our identity.
Our post traumatic wounds, up to and including dissociation, do not define our personality. They hijack it.
Yes, they hijack our personality again and again, in relationship after relationship— but that still does not mean they somehow “become” our personality.
Often we spent so much bandwidth managing our symptoms for so long, that we have trouble remembering who we really are and what we’re all about.
We can’t remember a time when we made a choice simply because we liked something or something resonated with us beyond our trauma struggles.
We can’t imagine what it might be like to live a day, let alone a life, centered around what we want, what we like, what gives us pleasure, what creates meaning for us.
CPTSD doesn’t just hijack our personality at times— it often hijacks our life.
And yet: we are not our CPTSD. Or DID. Or BPD. Or any other diagnosis that we happen to meet criteria for today.
For my money, a huge, under-discussed focus of trauma recovery is rediscovering and rebuilding ourselves.
For many survivors it’s not even about “rebuilding,” insofar as we don’t have a “before” the trauma to “rebuild” or even “remember.”
For many survivors “rebuilding” ourselves actually means “building” our sense of self from scratch. Discovering who we are for the first time— without CPTSD calling the shots.
That process often starts out with a fairly simple question: “Who would you be, if you didn’t have to spend all day managing trauma symptoms?”
The truth is, many survivors have been convinced by CPTSD that they don’t get any meaningful say in who they are or what their life looks like.
When we get into recovery, and realize that we do, actually, have more agency than we ever thought we did in choosing our personality and crafting our life experience, we often don’t have any idea wha the hell to do next— and we often feel unworthy of the opportunity.
After all, who am I, to “choose” anything about my life?
Won’t I just f*ck it up?
Don’t I “have” to choose a life that everyone else will approve of, and that meets everybody else’s needs and priorities?
No, you will not f*ck it up.
You’re going to have all the struggles every human has in designing a life, and you’ll definitely have moments where you’re not your best self. Ask me how I know.
But you won’t f*ck it up.
And no, you don’t have to choose a life that suits ANYBODY but you.
I know, I know. That goes against every scrap of programming that’s been pumped into your brain and seared into your nervous system for years.
But maybe that’s the good news.
After all, a life consistent with your old programming— you have that right now. How’s that working out for you?
Your struggles are not your identity. You are not your symptoms.
You are what you choose to do next.
Easy dos it. Breathe; blink; focus.
