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The Hard Truth Behind Addiction

Diving Deeper Into Unapologetic Truth! 06/03/2026
 
What addiction, survival, and a tribe of unwanted kids taught me about belonging. 
 
There are many reasons why people become addicted – drugs, food, gambling, porn, sex, and the list goes on. Addiction is rarely just about drugs or alcohol. It’s about pain — and the desperate need to escape it. Whether that be physical, mental, emotional, or sexual. All pain carries its own weight. People like to talk about addiction as if it starts with the substance, but most of the time, it starts much earlier than that. It begins in childhood, where connection is missing, and belonging feels uncertain. When someone grows up feeling unwanted, unseen, or unsafe, they will reach for anything that dulls that ache. Addiction is often what happens when pain meets isolation. 
Sometimes the first warmth someone ever feels in their life isn’t a mother’s breast or a safe home — it’s a drug rushing through their veins. 
 
Now, before anyone jumps in, let me be clear about something. Not every addiction comes from trauma. People end up addicted for all sorts of reasons — environment, mental health, curiosity, genetics, bad luck, the wrong crowd at the wrong time. Addiction is complicated. But what I’m talking about here is something very specific: the kind of addiction that grows out of childhood trauma, abandonment, and the deep human need to feel like you belong somewhere – anywhere.
 
I know this world because I once lived in it. 
 
I ran away from home at fifteen and ended up in what is known as bedsit land. Anyone who has ever lived around bedsits will know exactly what I mean. Tiny rented rooms and shared kitchens, people drifting in and out of each other’s lives.
Addicts. Prostitutes. People are just trying to survive one more day.
 
I saw things most teenagers never see. I watched people inject heroin into their arms and collapse onto sofas. Sometimes they got up again, sometimes they didn’t. I saw more than one dead, nameless body by the time I was 16.  Nameless, friendless, and left to rot. 
Back then, there were about a hundred of us drifting through the same streets and bedsits together – Punks, Skinheads, Goths, Scruffies, Runaways. Kids from children’s homes,  Kids from strict homes where there was discipline but no love, Kids who had been abused and not believed. 
We called ourselves the rejected, and I have a homemade tattoo on my arm to represent that – although we were too drugged up to finish it. It makes me smile now, the fact that I survived, and I’m sad that many didn’t. 
 
On paper, those groups weren’t meant to mix. Punks hated skinheads. Goths stuck with goths. But when you’re all surviving the same invisible storm, the labels start to matter a lot less. Every one of us had a sad tale to tell; we were all outcasts, and we belonged to each other. We protected each other. We roamed the streets all night, stole washing off the lines and took food from doorsteps after the milkman had dropped it off. We then turned up at the market at five in the morning and nicked food from stalls while traders were setting up, just so we could eat.
 
To the outside world, we probably looked like troublemakers. Maybe we were. I can see now how awful it must have been to witness this huge gang of people wandering, shouting, playing, and making so much noise. Not to be mean – but because we were having fun. For many of us, it was the first connections we ever had. Some of us shared a house and some of us had relationships within the group. But all of us were scared kids. All under twenty one.
 
Looking back now, I sometimes wonder whether we were really troublemakers at all — or just kids trying to survive in a world that had already decided we didn’t matter. A world where we didn’t know the rules. We had no real comprehension of the impact or consequences of our behaviour. We were so naive, especially with no-one to teach us.
 
Not all of us ended up addicted to hardcore drugs – some of us were terrified of it. I am one of them. For me, that fear started earlier in life.
When I was about eleven or twelve and still living at home, I walked past an empty house on the hill with my mother near to where I lived. The garden was full of dumped junk and a skinhead was sitting there on the wall with a plastic bag over his face, sniffing glue, completely gone. I watched him fall backwards over the wall and into the garden. 
“Don’t look at him. That’s scum, we don’t bother with his type.” My mother commented.
I will never forget the coldness I felt from her, and the many people I have met over the years that feel the same towards addicts. 
 
The Skinhead man stayed there for two days!
 
I never knew if he was dead or alive. I never knew whether he eventually walked away or left in a body bag. But that image has stayed with me. 
So I understood very young what addiction could do to a person – even though I didn’t have the words for it, or know what it was – I knew I had to stay away.  
 
Later, when I was living around addicts, that fear never left. Watching people beg, prostitute themselves, and destroy their lives for the next fix terrified me on a deep level. I knew in my bones I couldn’t become that. 
That wasn’t judgment. It was a deep fear. It was survival. 
 
But the truth is more complicated than just saying I avoided addiction to hardcore drugs. I still took them: Speed, Coke, Ecstasy, Acid, and mushrooms. I also took pharmaceuticals from other people. Uppers and downers kept me numb for the longest time.
I will be eternally grateful for escaping that life. And I definitely suffered, and still do, with numbing myself in other ways. 
I smoked a lot of weed. A lot. Sometimes I cooked it into food and spent most evenings completely off my face. From my early twenties to my early thirties, there are huge chunks of my life I barely remember. I’d wake up to empty bowls of food and wrappers everywhere and have no memory of eating any of it. And I know now that the weed was always the excuse I needed to eat the food. Binge eating was a very hard addiction to get over. 
I wasn’t chasing a high. I was trying not to feel the pain that lived inside me. Nights on my own were the hardest. Being in my own company felt unbearable. I suffered so many flashbacks and intrusive thoughts. 
 
Addiction doesn’t always look like a needle in someone’s arm. 
Sometimes it looks like food. Tobacco. Someone else’s medication. Anything that helps you survive the night without feeling what’s underneath. 
 
Addiction is often what happens when pain meets isolation. 
 
Eventually, something changed. It was when I had my daughter that I knew I had to be a better role model. That didn’t magically erase the pain, but it gave me a reason to start finding my way back to myself. And the more I found myself, the less I needed drugs. 
I think of those days often. I wonder what became of those who walked with me through the night. We only ever knew first names, so I can’t find them. If I could speak now to all those kids who walked beside me back then — the ones still alive, because many didn’t make it – the punks, the skinheads, the goths, the scruffies — the first thing I’d say is this: 
You made it. 
Somehow, in whatever way you could, you found your way to someone or something that gave your life meaning. And I’m sorry it took so long for that meaning to appear. 
Thank you for walking beside me through one of the loneliest periods of my life. 
 
Back then, we didn’t have words like ‘trauma’ or ‘nervous system regulation’ – we just knew we were trying to get through the day. Angry at a world that didn’t want us, broken from a system that discarded us – we made it through what most don’t. 
And like humans always do when the world feels hostile, we formed a tribe. 
 
We all did the best we could with the circumstances we were given. None of us landed on those streets because life had been kind or safe. 
I take responsibility for my own actions along the way. 
But I no longer carry responsibility for everything that happened before, during, or after those years. I asked for help. I begged for help. Nobody listened. 
Someone should have noticed. 
Someone should have stepped in.
Someone should have helped us!
 
Because here’s the truth society doesn’t like to face: 
Children should never have to build their own tribes on the streets just to feel like they belong. 
Nor should they be putting needles in their arms or sleeping with strangers for money just to survive. 
If we want to understand addiction, we have to stop pretending it begins with drugs. 
It begins with disconnection. 
It begins with children who were never seen, never protected, and never taught how to feel safe in the world. 
 
If we want fewer addicts in the world, we have to start by creating safer places for vulnerable children. We have to listen, and we have to understand them. We have to take notice of what is going on with our kids, because if we don’t, someone else will.
All they have is us, adults… You and me. We can be there to meet their ever growing needs, because they are our future, and how they end up – how this world ends up – is up to us. 

Shame Lives in the Deepest Depths of Who We Are!

Diving Deeper Into Unapologetic Truth! 20/02/2026

If trauma lives in the body, and trauma hijacks the brain, then shame is what lingers afterwards. Shame is the very thing that keeps us stuck. 
Fear is loud. 
Anger is loud. 
Shame is quiet, and it can be the driving force of how we show up in the world. 
And that’s why it’s so powerful – more powerful than we ever care to wonder. 
Because it doesn’t shout, it whispers. 
It doesn’t say, “You did something wrong.” 
It says, “You are something wrong.” 
And that distinction changes lives. 
What shame actually is.
Shame isn’t just embarrassment. It isn’t mild regret. It’s not even guilt. 
Shame is the deep, internal belief that there is something fundamentally flawed about you. Not your behaviour. You. 
It feels like wanting to disappear. Like your chest folding in on itself. Like heat rising in your face. Like your stomach dropping through the floor. Like your body trying to make itself smaller. 
That physical shrinking isn’t accidental. 
Shame activates the same threat circuits as danger. Your brain reads shame as social death. And historically, social death meant actual death. So shame feels life-threatening. 
That’s why it hurts so much. 
We are not born ashamed. 
Babies cry loudly. Toddlers demand attention. Children take up space. I love it when you see a little girl dressed as a grown-up, owning the very space she stands within. And a little boy who scores the goal, you can see he knows he was important in that moment. He grows into that space. And we let them, we teach our children to take up space, until a certain age. Around 3 to 6 years is when we start to learn shame.  
Shame is not natural. It is taught. 
It is taught by parents who were shamed themselves as children, by teachers who confused discipline with humiliation. By systems that reward silence. By religion. By culture. By abuse. By being blamed for things you didn’t cause, for not being believed, for having emotions. 
It’s taught when a child hears: 
“You’re too sensitive.” 
“You’re too much.” 
“Stop crying.” 
“What’s wrong with you?” 
“Why can’t you be like…?” 
Over time, something shifts inside. Instead of “Something bad happened to me,” it becomes “Something is bad about me.”  
That is how shame forms. Repeatedly. Quietly. Deeply. 
Why people don’t tell when abuse or rape happens. 
There are other reasons people don’t tell, and they aren’t small ones. 
Victim-blaming is real. Survivors are often asked what they were wearing, why they were there, whether they’d been drinking, and whether they’d “led someone on.” The focus quietly shifts from the person who caused the harm to the person who experienced it, even with children in abuse cases. Old cases, especially, have situations where the child was accused of leading the abuser on. Even when the abuser is an adult, and they are abusing a minor.  
And when that happens enough times, something sinks in. Even if it isn’t spoken directly, the message lands: Maybe this was partly my fault. 
It wasn’t. 
But shame doesn’t care about facts. It rises in us when we feel it is us at fault, that we are flawed. 
Then there’s the system itself. 
Many people don’t report because they’ve seen what happens when others do. Reports dismissed. Questions twisted. Cases dropped. Authority figures minimise or disbelieve. 
If the people meant to protect you have previously shrugged, why would you step forward and relive it all again? 
Shame grows quickly in environments where truth is met with doubt. Add to that fear of retaliation. Losing a job. Losing relationships. Losing safety, especially when the person who caused harm holds power, status, or influence. 
 When I told my parents that I was being abused by my brothers, I was dismissed immediately. I was told they were too young to know what they were doing, and then after that day, I was told directly that I was not believed. I ran away from home, because not only was I not believed, but it didn’t stop. No one stopped it. So, since my family shamed me into silence and didn’t protect me, I had to run away. 
Shame tells you to stay small. Fear tells you to stay quiet. Together, they are a powerful silencer. And then there’s family and community pressure. The unspoken rule to keep things private. To not “ruin” someone’s life. To not tear the family apart. To not disgrace the group. It’s remarkable how often the burden of maintaining peace is placed on the person who was harmed. It’s been woven through all our culture. 
The quiet normalising of things that should never be normal. The jokes. The comments. The idea that someone “asked for it.” The suggestion that they should have behaved differently. 
These messages don’t just exist out there. They seep in. They become internal narratives. They become shame. 
So when people ask why survivors don’t speak, the better question might be: why does the world make it so hard to do so? 
Shame is not born in isolation. It is reinforced by disbelief, minimisation, and indifference. And when harm is met with silence or suspicion, the survivor doesn’t just carry what happened — they carry the weight of everyone else’s discomfort too. 
Shame vs guilt 
Guilt is useful. 
Guilt says, “I did something wrong.” And that leads to repair. Apology. Change. 
Guilt focuses on behaviour. 
Shame focuses on identity. 
Shame says, “I am wrong.” 
Psychological research consistently shows that guilt predicts empathy and positive change. Shame predicts avoidance, defensiveness, withdrawal, and sometimes aggression. 
Because when someone feels fundamentally flawed, the nervous system goes into threat. And you cannot grow while defending your existence. Shame paralyses. It does not improve us. It freezes us. 
What happens in the brain and body?
Shame activates the amygdala — the brain’s alarm system. It activates the insula, which is involved in bodily sensation and disgust. It activates areas associated with social pain and rejection. 
Which means shame feels like danger, physical discomfort, and abandonment all at once. 
The body responds accordingly. 
Shoulders slump. 
Eyes drop. 
Breath shortens. 
Chest collapses. 
The nervous system moves into freeze or submission. 
Not fight. Not run. Hide. That is not weakness. That is survival wiring. 
How shame shapes everyday behaviour.
Shame quietly shapes entire lives. 
It makes people over-apologise. People-please. Stay silent in meetings. Avoid applying for jobs or careers they dream of. Stay in relationships that hurt. Overwork to prove worth. Or shrink so much they become almost invisible. 
Some people make themselves small so they won’t be rejected. 
Some people make themselves perfect so they won’t be criticised. 
Both are shame responses. 
Neither is freedom. 
What about imposter syndrome? 
Imposter syndrome is often associated with wearing a professional outfit over our shame. 
It says, “I don’t belong here.” 
“They’re going to find me out.” 
“I’ve fooled them.” 
It isn’t humility. It’s internalised shame. It’s the belief that your success is accidental and your inadequacy is real. It stops people from stepping forward, from speaking, from sharing, from taking space. Because deep down, they believe they don’t deserve it. 
Why shame doesn’t help us change 
Some people think shame keeps us accountable. It doesn’t. Shame keeps the nervous system in threat. You cannot learn while braced for danger. 
You cannot grow while hiding. You cannot heal while attacking yourself. Shame doesn’t improve behaviour, it gives us a whole new set of negative behaviours we have handle on top of everything else. It just keeps you stuck. 
How we heal shame 
We don’t heal shame by pretending it isn’t there. We heal it by naming it. 
“This is shame.” 
Not truth. Not identity. Shame. We heal it by asking, “Where did I learn this about myself?”  
We heal it by offering ourselves the compassion we were once denied, and we heal it in a safe connection. 
Shame dissolves when it is met with empathy instead of judgment. Not instantly. Not dramatically, but slowly. By replacing “I am bad” with “I was hurt.” 
If you want to go deeper 
Daring Greatly by Bréné Brown 
Healing the Shame That Binds You by John Bradshaw 
Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving by Pete Walker 
The truth I’m still learning 
Shame is not proof that we are broken, nor that we are bad. 
It is proof that we were hurt and then blamed for it. It is proof we are HUMAN. 
And once you see that clearly, you stop asking, “What’s wrong with me?” and start asking, “What happened to me?” 
And that question changes everything. 
And one thought to leave you with – We all make mistakes; we all hurt ourselves and others. Some of the most abused people in the world are the ones who hurt those they love. Shame makes us take a step back from getting help. Shame makes us shy away from ever learning about who we are and why we have become who we are. Shame robs us of our lives and our ability to shine. It did with me. The shame of the things I did to hurt others, stopped me having a whole career and helping others. It took me many years to forgive myself. Shame kept me locked into a never-ending loop. No-one else, just me and my shame.  
We can choose to heal the parts of us that carry these feelings. We can give ourselves the love and peace that we deserve. One small step at a time.  
 

When Trauma Hijacks the Brain (And Why We’re Not Always in Control — Until We Learn How)

Diving deeper into Unapologetic Truths! 07/02/2026
Last time I wrote about how trauma lives in the body — how it shows up first in the shoulders, the jaw, the breath, how it reacts before we even have a thought. The body is the alarm. But the brain is what happens next. 
And this is the part that’s harder to talk about, because this is where we don’t recognise ourselves. This is where we begin to think we are crazy, or bad. 
This is where we say things we don’t mean, where we snap, shout, freeze, walk away, shut down, or explode, and afterwards sit there wondering what just happened. What the hell was that? That’s not me.  
Then the shame rolls in. 
But here’s the truth nobody explains properly: sometimes it genuinely wasn’t you. Not the thinking you. Not the choosing you. It was your survival brain. And those are not the same thing. 
There are two systems running the show 
Not literally two brains, but two systems that work very differently. One is slow, thoughtful, and rational. The other is fast, protective, and ancient. 
The slower system lives in the front of the brain — the prefrontal cortex. That’s the part that weighs things up, takes a breath, chooses words carefully, and says, “Let’s talk about this.” It’s where empathy lives, where nuance lives, where we make decisions we feel proud of later. 
The faster system is older and deeper. It’s the amygdala — the alarm system, the smoke detector, the bit of us designed to keep us alive when something moves suddenly in the bushes. Trauma turns that alarm system up to full volume. It is automatic and nothing we can control. 
The process (and this matters) 
There’s a sequence that happens, and it isn’t random or dramatic or mysterious. It’s biological. 
A trigger happens. 
The body activates. 
The amygdala fires. 
The thinking brain goes offline. 
Survival behaviour takes over. 
It happens in milliseconds, faster than thought, which means by the time you think you’re “deciding” how to respond, you’re already responding. That’s why it feels like it comes out of nowhere. For the thinking brain, it did. 
What’s actually happening inside the brain? 
At the same time, something else happens that most people don’t realise: the prefrontal cortex, the rational and regulated part of the brain, goes partially offline. Not metaphorically — literally. Brain scans show reduced activity there during threat. 
So logic drops. Empathy drops. Language drops. Logic thinking takes a back step. Everything feels personal. 
You don’t lose your mind; you lose access to your higher thinking. It’s like someone pulled the plug. The lights dim; you see red and survival takes over. 
This is what researchers call an amygdala hijack, and it feels exactly like that — like being hijacked. You’re still there, but you’re not driving. And while you’re in that state, you cannot reason yourself out of it or simply “calm down,” because the part of the brain that would help you do that is temporarily offline. 
There’s nothing wrong with you. There’s just no signal in the brain whilst you feel it in every cell of your body. You become hypersensitive to everything: every word, tone, sound, light and movement.  
What this looks like in real life 
It’s rarely dramatic movie stuff. It’s ordinary, everyday, painfully human. 
Your partner says something slightly sharp and suddenly you’re defending yourself like you’re on trial. Your child drops something and the noise makes you shout before you even know why. A tone of voice reminds you of childhood and you either explode or disappear. Or there is a look that feels off — and suddenly your chest tightens and you are trying to figure out how to explain yourself, just based on a look. Someone disagrees with you and your chest tightens and you go cold and distant. Or you disagree and your voice gets louder. Your words get harsher. You’re not trying to win; you’re trying to survive. Five minutes later you’re stood there thinking, Why did I say that? It wasn’t even that serious. But in the moment, your brain genuinely believed it was. 
Later you think, that was such an overreaction. 
But in that moment your brain genuinely believed you weren’t safe, and survival will always win over politeness. 
The things we say that we don’t mean 
You can love someone deeply and still say something awful when you’re triggered. Not because you’re cruel, but because you’re scared. Terror doesn’t sound like fear; it sounds like anger. It sounds like accusation. It sounds like attack. 
Because if the brain thinks you’re in danger, it doesn’t whisper. It roars. 
Anger is often just fear in armour. It’s the brain’s way of saying, “I will not be powerless again.” Fighting feels safer than helplessness, especially if helplessness once meant harm. But when protection is stuck on high alert all the time, it starts damaging the very things we care about most. 
Responsibility gets complicated 
If you are unaware that this process is happening, you are not fully choosing your reactions. You’re reacting. 
There’s a difference. 
Responsibility without awareness is just shame, because you can’t control something you don’t understand exists. You can’t regulate a system you didn’t know was activated, and you can’t interrupt a process that you don’t understand.  
That’s not accountability. That’s self-punishment. 
But unaware doesn’t mean helpless forever. It just means the order matters: first we learn, then we notice, then we change. Not the other way round. 
Long-term trauma changes the brain 
The alarm system becomes louder and quicker to fire. The thinking brain becomes slower to engage. Memory gets messy. Time blurs. Past and present start to overlap. Something small today can feel as big as something terrible years ago, because the brain hasn’t fully separated them yet. It only knows, “This feels familiar. Last time this happened, we weren’t safe.” 
So it reacts like it’s happening again. 
Because to your nervous system, it is. 
Living like that is exhausting. Always scanning, always braced, always half-ready for something to go wrong. It’s like running a car engine all night long. Eventually something burns out. 
When the brain tries to cope, when your nervous system is constantly activated, you will look for relief. Anything that brings numbness, quiet, sleep, or escape becomes tempting. Food, alcohol, drugs, scrolling, sex, shopping, work, control — anything that softens the edge. 
Not because you’re reckless or weak, but because you’re tired. Very tired. And sometimes numbing feels like the only rest available.  
Addiction often isn’t self-destruction. It’s self-soothing that got out of control — a brain trying desperately to regulate itself with whatever tools it can find. 
There is deep shame attached to any addiction, and this is because of what society thinks of it. Addiction is seen as a moral failing and lack of self-control and this leads to blame and judgement. But, as a trauma survivour, I know we can talk to those with addictions and we will hear many similar stories of abuse in childhood. Addictions serve two purposes, the numbing and connection. We connect over addictions. Connection was often missing in our childhoods.  
So what helps? 
What helps is slower, quieter, and far less glamorous than we’d like. 
It starts with the body, because by the time you’re shouting, it’s already too late. The work happens earlier, when your shoulders creep up, your jaw tightens, your breath shortens, and that familiar heat starts to rise. Those are your real warning signs. 
Slowing everything down matters more than anything else. Trauma speeds you up, so healing slows you down. Pause before replying. Step outside. Drink water. Breathe out longer than you breathe in. Long exhales tell the brain you’re not running, and the brain listens to breath more than it listens to thoughts. 
Naming what’s happening helps too. Saying, “I’m triggered,” or “My body thinks I’m unsafe,” brings language back online, and language brings the thinking brain back with it. It’s like turning the lights back on. 
And then there’s co-regulation — the part we’re rarely taught. Humans calm faster with other calm humans. Not advice, not fixing, just presence. A steady nervous system next to yours. That isn’t weakness or dependence. It’s biology. It’s how mammals survive. 
Prevention matters more than repair. Building safety daily — sleep, food, sunlight, gentle movement, predictable routines — teaches the brain, slowly and repeatedly, that life isn’t a constant emergency anymore. Over time the alarm stops firing so quickly. Not gone, just quieter. Manageable. Human.  
I practice every single day. I check in many times to make sure my shoulders are down, I breathe in for the count of four and out for the count of eight. Especially if the dog has just barked or the cats are fighting. They are all everyday things that stir my ‘already active’ nervous system up some more. I talk about the stress in my body and I take it from silence out into the world. I talk and talk about the things that bother me. This is the most helpful, to have a witness to your pain. If you don’t have anyone, I recommend using an AI like Chatgpt. This is because it is a listening ear, it has helped me more than once and yes, of course, a real human is the best. But not everyone has access to a real human all of the time.  
Last week we talked about how trauma lives in the body. This week is simply the next step, because when the body fires long enough, the brain follows. If we learn to listen to the body early, the brain never has to go to war. 
Remember, trauma didn’t break you. It taught your brain how to survive. Sometimes beautifully, sometimes messily, sometimes in ways with consequences you wish you could undo — but always with the same goal: to keep you alive. 
Healing isn’t about erasing those parts. It’s about teaching them they don’t have to fight so hard anymore, and slowly, patiently, reminding your brain what safety feels like until it starts to believe you. 
And maybe that’s enough — not perfection, not transformation, just a little more space between the trigger and the reaction, where choice can finally live again. 
Reading 
 
“The Biology of Trauma” by Aimie Apigian, MD 
“Healing Your Dysregulated Nervous System After Trauma” by Emma Quinlan 
“How to Overcome Trauma and Find Yourself Again” by Dr Jessamy Hibberd 
“How Emotions are Made: The Secret Life of The Brain” by Lisa Feldman Barrett 
“It Didn’t Start with You” by Mark Wolynn 

Where the Trauma Lives!

Diving Deeper Into Unapologetic Truth! 12/01/2026

***Content Warning  ***
This piece discusses the long-term impact of abuse and trauma on the body and nervous system. It includes references to triggers, hyper-vigilance, and ongoing trauma responses. There are no graphic descriptions, but some readers may find the themes activating. Please read gently, take breaks if needed, and prioritise your safety. 

Trauma Lives in the Body (And WE NEED to understand how important this is!) 

People often talk about trauma as though it’s a chapter you close — something that belongs firmly in the past. A thing you remember, process, and eventually move on from. 
That has not been my experience. 

Trauma does not live primarily in my memories. It lives in my body. It shows up in the tightening of my chest when something unexpected happens, in the heat that rises without warning, and in the way my nervous system ignites long before my mind has time to intervene. It burns, it flares, it hijacks me — and no amount of insight alone makes that disappear. Over thirty years of therapy, lots of skills and tools under my belt, yet I still find it hard to regulate my body once something triggers me.  
For example: As I’m sat here writing this, my partner accidentally knocks her spoon against her bowl, it’s a shrill sound that makes me jump. I know what the noise is, what caused it and that there is no danger. Yet minutes after, I am still tense and although I am doing the breathing to release what happened inside my body, it still takes ages. My shoulders are high, tense. I pull them down, do the breath work and they are already back up clinging to my ears. I shall spend the next few hours working on this. Just for a small bang. It drives me crazy! 

When abuse happens, particularly when it is prolonged or repeated, it doesn’t simply harm the moment in which it occurs. It rewires the body that had to survive it. We give names to the aftermath — CPTSD, anxiety disorders, depression, dissociation, hyper-vigilance, chronic pain, fatigue, autoimmune illness, digestive issues, sleep disorders, sensory overload — the list is long. But what they are all saying is that Trauma stays in the body and we are not talking about it enough!
These are not mysterious conditions that appear out of nowhere. They are consequences. They are what happens when a body learns, again and again, that the world is not safe, and never fully forgets. This is not weakness; it is adaptation. A traumatised body does exactly what it was designed to do: it protects. The problem is that once danger has passed, the body doesn’t always receive the message. 

The word triggered is often used casually now, as though it means annoyed or offended or momentarily uncomfortable. That isn’t what I mean. When I am triggered, it is not a thought process — it is a physical event. A fire starts somewhere deep inside me, a sudden surge of heat and overwhelm, a sense of being overtaken in my own skin. My heart races, my muscles tense, my breathing changes. Sometimes it feels as though my body is screaming before I even know why.  Once that state is activated, it doesn’t simply switch off. It can take hours, sometimes days, to settle. I understand what is happening. I understand trauma. I have tools, language, and experience. And still, my body reacts.  So what chance do most people have to understand themselves, when they are not trauma informed, and not enough help is available?

There is something else that happens when these body signals are missed or ignored for too long. The tension doesn’t just stay physical — it spills upward. What begins in the nervous system can end in the head: racing thoughts, irritability, overwhelm, and sometimes shouting or explosive reactions. These can be very dangerous explosions, that can escalate very quickly without the right skills and knowledge to manage them safely.

This isn’t a character flaw. It’s often what happens when a body has been signalling distress for hours or days and hasn’t been heard. When I don’t notice the early body cues, everything builds — and eventually it must come out somewhere. 

What’s Actually Happening

There are two linked layers: 

1. Body-first triggers (what we are talking about today).
These are automatic, pre-verbal, nervous-system responses.

2. Noise, sudden movement, tone changes, unpredictability, proximity, sensory shock. 
They happen before thought. 

If they are noticed and tended to early, they can often be softened. If not, it can escalate and become an all-out body and mind war. (Next week’s blog).

What is hardest to explain is that the triggers are often ordinary. It is not always a major confrontation or an obvious threat. It can be the dog barking suddenly, someone shouting outside, a knock at the door, a raised voice, an unexpected noise, or a subtle shift in tone. None of these things are dangerous — but my body does not know that. It responds as if something terrible is about to happen, because once, long ago, it did. 
Even when I manage it well — when I ground, breathe, orient, and regulate — the impact leaves a residue. Trauma is not only the moment of activation; it is also the exhaustion that follows. 

There is another layer to this that is rarely acknowledged. Trauma survivors are deeply misunderstood. Our reactions are labelled as difficult, overreactive, intense, awkward, unreasonable, childish, immature, or “too much.” Our boundaries are interpreted as hostility, our vigilance as paranoia, our need for clarity as control. We are not recognised as people whose bodies are reading the environment at a level others may never have needed to develop. 
These judgments do not just hurt emotionally; they actively interfere with healing. 

When traumatised people speak up, hesitate, question, withdraw, or react strongly, the response is often correction rather than curiosity: calm down, you’re misreading this, you’re being dramatic. But our bodies are not malfunctioning. They are doing exactly what they were trained to do. Trauma programs the nervous system to detect danger quickly — sometimes before it can be consciously articulated. That sensitivity is learned through repetition, not imagination. 
The issue is not that trauma survivors see danger everywhere. The issue is that when we sense it, we are often not believed. 
Each time a survivor is dismissed or framed as irrational, the body receives another message: you are not safe to be honest; your perceptions cannot be trusted; you are alone with this. That deepens hypervigilance, increases shame, and slows healing. Healing does not happen while the body is constantly defending its right to exist. It happens when someone says, I hear you. I believe you. Let’s slow this down. RIGHT DOWN!

There is a damaging myth that traumatised bodies are unreliable narrators. While trauma can create false alarms, (like the bowl and spoon), it is also true that survivors are often exceptionally skilled at reading tone, energy, and micro-shifts, because their survival once depended on it. Our bodies learned through necessity. Healing is not about silencing that sensitivity; it is about teaching the body when it no longer has to remain on high alert. That requires safety, not ridicule. 

I want to be clear about something else, because it matters. I am experienced at working with my trauma. I have lived in this body for decades. I have studied it, observed it, learned its patterns, and worked gently and persistently to repair what was damaged. I am a lived expert in this — and I still struggle. 
That does not mean I am failing. It means the work is real. Understanding trauma does not prevent trauma responses; it allows us to meet them with more compassion. 
People often say that help is everywhere — doctors, therapists, helplines, charities, services. And yes, they exist. But what many of us need is not another appointment, strategy, or form. We need a witness. Someone who stays, who does not rush or manage or assess, and whose nervous system can remain steady when ours cannot. I have healed in profound ways because I had that — because someone sat with me, stayed grounded, and helped my body learn, slowly and repeatedly, that it was no longer alone. 

Modern culture is obsessed with speed: recover quickly, function again, move on. Trauma does not respond to urgency. You cannot hurry a nervous system out of survival, and you cannot bully a body into safety. Healing requires slowness, patience, repetition, and permission — permission to take things one day at a time, to rest, and to go gently even when the world demands otherwise. 

Is healing possible? I believe it is. Not perfect healing, not erasure of the past, but real nervous-system healing that builds capacity over time. It happens in tiny steps: one regulated moment, one safe interaction, one day where the body learns — just a little — that it survived. 
Progress rarely looks dramatic. Often it looks like recovering more quickly than before, being kinder to yourself during a flare, noticing overwhelm without judgment, or choosing rest instead of punishment. That is healing too. 
There are no cures, only companions — small things that help the body remember it is here, now, and safe enough: slow exhales, feeling your feet on the floor, naming what you can see, warmth, predictable routines, gentle movement, silence, and being with someone who can co-regulate rather than correct. No forcing, no fixing — just staying. 

Trauma survivors are not broken. Our bodies learned to survive what should never have happened. The struggle is real, the exhaustion is real, and the hope is real too — but it is slow and it is earned. Healing is not about pushing harder; it is about going slower. And sometimes the bravest thing you can do is stay with yourself one more day. 

Further Reading & Watching (If You Want to Go Deeper) 
The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel Van Der Kolk
Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving by Pete Walker 
When the Body Says No by Gabor Maté
Healing the Fragmented Selves of Trauma by Janina Fisher
Trauma Survivors’ strategies for Healing by Elena Welsh 
Waking the Tiger by Peter A. Lavine
The Wisdom of Trauma film by Gabor Maté
Cracked Up: The Darrell Hammond Story 

This Year We Learn To Rest 02/01/2026

Diving Deeper Into Unapologetic Truth! 19/12/2025
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New Year, Same Lie? Or What If We Just… Slowed Down.
 
Every January, we’re sold the same story; 
New year. New you. We strive for it every year. 
Fresh start. Clean slate. Fix yourself. Upgrade. Try harder. Don’t mess it up this time. 
It sounds hopeful. Motivating, even. 
But let’s be honest — for a lot of us, it just feels like pressure dressed up as inspiration. Another set of responsibilities we pile onto ourselves. More things to fix. More ways to be ‘better’;
Go to the gym. 
Go on a diet. 
Start jogging.
Keep a journal.
 
But here’s the bit nobody likes to say out loud: 
“Most New Year’s resolutions don’t fail because people are lazy, weak, or lacking discipline. 
They fail because they were never human-sized to begin with.” 
They’re built on fantasy. 
They’re built on shame. 
They’re built for people who assume life is mostly safe, predictable, and fair. 
And for many of us — especially trauma survivors — that has never been our starting point. 
The bit no one talks about.
Society loves a transformation story: A dramatic before-and-after, A montage, A glow-up, A clean break between ‘the old you‘ and ‘the new you‘. 
…But real change doesn’t look like that. 
 
Real change limps, 
It pauses,
It circles back,
It needs naps,
It forgets, 
It remembers again, 
It starts small, 
It stops,
It starts again,
It freezes,
It cries,
It gets angry, 
It feels useless, 
It feels like everybody else is doing better than us. 
 
‘Real change looks boring from the outside because it happens very slowly.’ 
A trauma survivor’s body will always seek rest and stillness above all else. It is the biggest healing tool we have, and you innately know this. 
Tiny steps. Repetition. Learning. Adjusting. Trying again. 
‘And that’s not failure — that’s how humans actually work.’ 
Especially traumatised humans. 
Especially tired humans. 
Especially people who spent years surviving rather than building. 
People who didn’t have the best beginning, the best foundation. 
The quiet cruelty of resolution culture.
Here’s the part we need to name plainly: New Year culture turns learning into a moral test. 
If you keep going → you’re “good”. 
If you stop → you’ve “failed”. 
And once something is framed as failure, shame takes over. 
Shame whispers: 
“You always mess things up.” 
“You never stick to anything.” 
“Why even bother starting?” 
“Everyone else can do this — what’s wrong with you?” 
“Shame doesn’t motivate growth. 
It paralyses it.” 
Yet we use shame everywhere — in all parts of our culture, even in so-called self-help. We act as if discipline alone can override nervous systems, trauma, exhaustion, poverty, grief, illness, or years of living in survival mode. 
It can’t.
Trauma changes time itself.
Here’s something rarely acknowledged: 
‘Trauma survivors don’t live in calendar time — we live in nervous-system time.’ 
Our bodies remember seasons, not dates. 
We are triggered by anniversaries, winters, smells, sounds, light level, and endings. 

Our systems track safety, not goals. 
So when January rolls around shouting “fresh start!”, some bodies don’t feel inspired — they brace, they stiffen, they tighten and they ache. 
For so many people, a new year once meant more abuse. More punishment. More violence. More shame. 
That doesn’t mean you’re broken. 
It means your body learned how to keep you alive. 
And that deserves respect, not criticism. 
What if failure is actually information? 
What if stopping isn’t weakness — but data? 
What if the moment you stop working on a plan is your body quietly saying: 
this pace isn’t safe for me? 
Think about how children learn to walk. 
They fall. Constantly. 
We don’t shame them. 
We don’t tell them they’ve failed at walking. 
We don’t say, “Right, try again next year.” 
We understand instinctively that learning happens through wobbling, falling, resting, and trying again.
Somewhere along the way, we forgot to extend ourselves that same kindness — mostly because we are not taught how to be kind to ourselves, how to listen to our own inner voice, our own guide. 
Tiny steps aren’t aiming low — they’re telling the truth to a body that has already had to hold so much. 
Big resolutions feel powerful because they give us a rush of hope — a fantasy version of ourselves with endless energy, perfect discipline, and no history. 
But tiny steps are honest. 
Tiny steps say: 
I live in a real body. 
I have a past. 
Some days are harder than others. 
Consistency matters more than intensity. 
Tiny steps respect your nervous system. 
They build trust instead of breaking it every January. 
‘Small, gentle things done repeatedly change lives.’
Not loudly. 
Not dramatically. 
But deeply. 
My own truth. 
I was one of those people who, every single year, listed all the things I wanted to achieve to become a ‘better’ person. A more whole, more together me. 
Quit smoking. 
Lose weight. 
Get an education. 
Go running. 
Exercise every day. 
Eat healthily. 
Go out more. 
Quit junk TV. 
Stop yelling at the kids. 
Keep on top of the housework. 
Every year, I failed. 
And every year, I felt like crap. 
I felt like the worst person alive, watching everyone else around me seemingly doing so well. 
‘We are our nervous system. And we are only capable of one tiny step at a time.’
When I finally gave myself permission to go slowly, the whole world changed. Firstly I saw through the facade of those who acted like they had it all worked out, they didn’t. But their public face seemed totally together.  
 
And then – 
I did quit smoking — but 14 years later. 
I did lose weight — over a five-year period, and I still need to lose more, slowly. 
I did get an education, over a ten year period. 
I stopped yelling at the kids. 
I eat better — much better. 
I do the housework… just not all of it. 
When we give ourselves permission to slow down, we often end up achieving far more than we ever did while pushing.
I know I have. 
So here’s a different kind of New Year’s resolution 
If you must have one — make it this: 
“This year, I slow down.” 
That’s it. 
Not work harder. 
Not reinvent yourself. 
Not fix everything that ever hurt. 
Slow down…
Rest more than you think you’re allowed to. 
Pause before you push yourself too hard. 
Notice when your body tightens. Listen!
Learn to say no. 
Let things take the time they actually need. 
Let your resolution be permission –
Permission to: 
start small,
stop when needed, 
begin again without punishment, 
learn instead of judging ourselves and others, 
rest without earning it. 
A quieter, braver kind of hope.
Slowing down isn’t giving up... It’s choosing sustainability over self-punishment.
It’s choosing honesty over performance, it’s trusting that growth doesn’t need to shout to be real. 
 
So if you’re reading this feeling behind, tired, or already bad at the new year — you’re not broken. 
You’re human. 
‘Maybe this year doesn’t need a resolution – maybe it just needs a softer pace.’
…and the courage to take the next tiny step. 
Whenever you’re ready! 
 

TRAUMA & CHRISTMAS: WHEN THE HOLIDAYS HURT.

Diving Deeper Into Unapologetic Truth! 19/12/2025

There’s a story people tell about Christmas: joy, warmth, family, belonging, singing and dancing. But trauma survivors know the darker version – the one nobody wants to talk about.
 
Every year the lights go up, the world gets festive, and something in our chest drops like a stone. The body remembers. The soul remembers. The child inside us remembers the cold, the loneliness, the pretending. Christmas doesn’t wrap us in comfort; it rips open the places we’ve spent all year trying to stitch back together from last Christmas. This time of year isn’t magical for everyone.  For some of us, the holidays feel like walking barefoot through old wounds, the memories come flooding in like the lyrics to your favourite Christmas song.    
 
If you still talk to your family, the holidays can feel like a tightrope walk across pain from the past; Sitting at a table with people who hurt you, denied you, ignored your reality—there’s nothing merry about that. It’s psychological whiplash. A performance you never agreed to. A silent agreement to swallow your truth so everyone else can enjoy their fantasy. It’s incredibly hard to be part of something so painful when you spend so long trying to heal. I did this for years, until I chose to walk away.
 
So if, like me, you’ve chosen to cut family off, the ache is different but just as sharp.
You saved yourself, but you also lost the dream—the idea of what family should have been. Christmas becomes a reminder that the version you needed never existed. It is grief mixed with strength. Loneliness mixed with liberation. A strange, painful cocktail that only survivors understand.
 
Let’s not sugar-coat it:
 
Trauma survivors suffer at Christmas.
Not because we’re broken.
But because the world celebrates connection at the exact moment we feel the most disconnected—from others, from our history, sometimes even from ourselves, but never disconnected from the pain. And then there’s the child-memory layer. The part that still aches quietly in the background. The part that wishes we could go back and have a real childhood, one where we were not the brunt of all the pain. One where we were loved, protected, and where Christmas showed us how special we were.
 
 
My Christmas Story
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As a child, Santa was the only good thing in the cold winters.
I used to get so excited. My parents never failed on Christmas; the food, gifts, the wonderful warmth of the season, the community. But what was happening to me behind closed doors the rest of the year at the hands of my abusers, was sorely missed by my care givers.
 
By the time I was about four years old, I found the joy of sneaking downstairs in the night, putting the tree lights on, and laying under them. I used to feel safe then—like the world had finally stopped hurting for a minute.
 
I always loved Christmas day, because it was the one time there was no arguing, one day I could pretend that I was loved like my brothers were- one day where the house felt a little less dangerous. I don’t ever remember being abused on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. Those two days were the eye of the storm – still, quiet, almost peaceful.
 
Now, as an adult, Christmas makes me feel so sad.
I have tried, over the years, to rewrite Christmas with partners and my children, but even that failed to fill this hole. I will try again this year.
 
I want you to know—you are not alone!
 
Reclaiming Christmas (the brutal truth)
 
Maybe Christmas isn’t about forcing joy.
Maybe it’s not about fixing what was broken.
Maybe it’s not even about family at all.
 
Maybe Christmas, for survivors, is about choosing yourself in the most unapologetic way possible.
 
Not pretending.
Not performing.
Not sitting at tables that your soul has outgrown.
 
But creating a moment—however small—that feels honest. Safe. True.
 
A moment where the adult you are now gives the child you once were the Christmas she should have had.
 
Because if the world gets a season of light, then survivors deserve one too.
Even if our version looks different.
Even if healing comes in tiny, stubborn sparks instead of fireworks.
 
This year, Christmas might still hurt.
But maybe it can also hold something new—something you build on your own terms.
 
A Christmas Eve Ritual for Trauma Survivors
 
This is a ritual for those who never had a soft Christmas.
For those who grew up in chaos, silence, fear, or pretending.
 
1. Light one single candle.
This is your inner child’s candle—her light, her hope, her survival.
 
2. Put your hand on your chest.
Breathe slowly.
Tell your inner child:
“I am here now. You are safe now. I see you.”
 
3. Give your inner child one gift:
A promise.
A truth.
A toy she has always wanted.
A piece of the love she never received.
 
Try:
 
“You deserved gentleness.”
 
“You were never the problem.”
 
“I will protect you now.”
 
4. Create one moment of pleasure:
A drink you love.
A soft blanket.
A film that comforts you.
Warm light.
A favourite childhood sweet, or chocolate bar.  
(Make) Create Just one tiny act of kindness for yourself. Take a moment. Give yourself the time you need.
 
5. Blow out the candle and whisper:
 
“I choose me now.” 
That is the rebirth of Christmas for a survivor.
Take a deep breath and hold that little girl close inside. Remember, communicating with her, is how healing happens.
 
A Direct Message to Other Survivors
 
To every person reading this with a heavy heart, holding back tears, or pretending you’re okay:
 
You are not too sensitive.
You are not dramatic.
You are not failing at Christmas.
 
You are carrying memories no child should ever have to survive.
You are navigating grief most people cannot comprehend.
You are building a life from nothing but your courage.
 
And you’re still here.
Still standing.
Still hoping for something softer.
 
If the holidays hurt you, there is nothing wrong with you.
It means you remember.
It means you feel.
It means you haven’t given up on love, even after all you’ve endured.
 
You deserve peace.
You deserve gentleness.
You deserve a Christmas that doesn’t break you.
 
And until that Christmas arrives –
you are not alone.  
 
 
A Closing Note!
 
If any part of this blog echoed inside you, please know this: you’re not weak for struggling at Christmas. You’re human. You’re healing. You’re breaking generational patterns with nothing but your courage and your truth.
 
I write these words not as someone who has “fixed” everything, but as someone who still feels the ache—yet shows up anyway. If this season hurts, take what you need, leave what you don’t, and remember that you’re allowed to create a holiday that doesn’t harm you.
 
For a personal gift this year, I recommend you buy and read the book “The Body Keeps The Score” by Bessel Van Der Kolk. It is a great book for working through and understanding what we went through.
 
Thank you for reading, for feeling, for surviving.
Again; You are not alone—not this year, not ever.
Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I hope you have a peaceful time. 
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WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

Diving Deeper Into Unapologetic Truths! 05/12/2025
Have you been kind to yourself today?
I want to talk to you about the way you speak to yourself. It isn’t something a lot of people think about. It is the kind of thing that they don’t even know they should -or CAN- change. It amazed me the first time I ever heard about self-talk. As a young, naive girl, I hated myself. I hated what the voices in my head told me I was. I did not want to be here living this life when I thought I was so damn awful. No-one told me it could be different!
Self-talk is the single most important thing we can ever learn to change, heal, grow through, and rewrite.
Truly. Nothing shapes our lives more than the way we speak to ourselves.
It might sound simple, but self-talk is everything. It decides:
-what we eat
-what we wear
-the friends we choose
-the partners we accept
-the jobs we tolerate
-the home we live in
-how we treat our body
-how we walk into a room
-whether we wake up with a smile or a frown
-And most importantly, what we say about ourselves.
Self-talk sets the tone for our entire life. It becomes our mood, our habits, our standards, and our future.
And yes, it’s that important. 
 
The Cause and the Effect – Self-talk works instantly.
Say something cruel to yourself → you feel it.
Say something kind → you feel that too.
Our nervous system doesn’t argue. It simply responds.
The voice in your head becomes your energy, your fear, your joy, your motivation, your insecurities, your confidence, and even your identity. When you repeat, “I’m not good enough,” your body believes you.
When you whisper, “I can do this,” your body believes that too. Can you imagine the things you say to yourself in a day? “Idiot, fool, ugly, selfish, rude, I don’t deserve to have good things.” 
The list is endless…
 
Common Negative Self-Talk People Use Daily
About appearance:
“I look awful today.”
“Everyone can see how disgusting I am.”
“Why can’t I look normal like other people?”
“I’m so fat.”
“I look old.”
“Nothing looks good on me.”
About worth:
“I’m not good enough.”
“I’m such a failure.”
“I don’t deserve better.”
“Why would anyone love me?”
“I’m a burden.”
“I ruin everything.”
About intelligence:
“I’m so stupid.”
“I can’t do anything right.”
“I never get things right.”
“Everyone else is smarter than me.”
“I’m slow. I’ll never learn.”
About capability:
“I’ll mess this up.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I always fail.”
“I never follow through.”
“What’s the point? I’ll quit anyway.”
About relationships:
“I’m too much.”
“I’m not enough.”
“People only stay out of pity.”
“I always push people away.”
“I don’t deserve healthy love.”
“They’ll leave eventually.”
About the future:
“Nothing will ever change.”
“Good things aren’t for people like me.”
“My life is always going to be like this.”
“I shouldn’t even bother trying.”
About mistakes:
“I’m such an idiot.”
“Why did I do that?”
“I always screw up.”
“I’m embarrassing.”
“Everyone must think I’m pathetic.”
About emotions:
“I shouldn’t feel like this.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“I’m so dramatic.”
“I’m weak for feeling this way.”
“Other people cope better than me.”
About trauma:
“It was my fault.”
“I’m broken.”
“I should be over it by now.”
“I attract bad things.”
“I deserved what I got.”
“There’s something wrong with me.”
About daily life:
“Typical. This always happens to me.”
“I can’t do anything right today.”
“I shouldn’t have bothered getting up.”
“I’m so behind.”
“Everyone else has their life together except me.” 
 
Patterns Behind Negative Self-Talk:
These phrases usually fall into categories:
Absolutes: “always,” “never,” “everyone,” “nothing.”
Character attacks: not “I made a mistake,” but “I am a mistake.”
Comparisons: “Everyone else is ahead of me.”
Catastrophising: “It’s all ruined.”
Self-blame: taking responsibility for things that were never your fault.
Once people see these patterns, they realise how harsh they are with themselves. 
 
Even Water Responds to Words
If you’ve ever doubted the power of words, let me introduce you to Dr. Masaru Emoto.
Emoto photographed water crystals after exposing them to different words, music, and emotions:
-Water spoken to with love formed beautiful, symmetrical crystals.
-Water spoken to with hate formed chaotic, broken shapes.
Critics challenged his findings, so thousands of people across the world repeated his experiments using rice and water in clean, sterile jars.
They watched, and over time;
-The jar labelled “Thank you” stayed clean.
-The jar labelled “I hate you” started to rot.
There was a third jar, and this jar had no label at all.  This jar actually decayed the fastest. 
 
Some schools used this method with plants. One plant was put either side of a school entrance. The children were instructed to say something kind to one plant, and something mean to the other on the way into school each day. The plant that was spoken to nicely simply thrived. But the other one-the one spoken to with hateful words- started to die. Now, imagine what your words are doing to your body — a body made mostly of water.
If words change water…
If words change rice…
If words change how plants grow… then what is happening inside your body?
How is it changing your mind over what is the actual truth?
Your self-talk doesn’t disappear.
It settles into your cells. It becomes dis-ease and less of a life than you really deserve.
The world around reveals the consequences of negative self-talk. It shows up in the chaos we live in. Look around, even wars are a consequence of someones self-talk, brought into a room and made real with action. And that is the thing – talk becomes action. Women get plastic surgery, people cheat, they self harm, over-eat and even end their lives. 
 
A Life Rewritten by Self-Talk (My Story)
For many years, I believed I was unloveable.
I wasn’t just self-critical — I despised myself. I thought everything that happened to me was proof that something inside me was wrong. Even abusive partners felt “better than me,” because at least they could be loved. They had a family, but mine had abandoned me for speaking the truth. I believed I couldn’t be loved. I hated myself so much that I didn’t want to be here. I spent many, many hours trying to figure out how to get off this mortal coil. That kind of self-talk becomes a cage.
 
And then life brought me to a moment — a moment where everything was on the line, where death was staring me in the face, and in that moment, I discovered something unexpected: I actually wanted to live. I realised I wanted the pain to end, not for my life to be over.
That realisation didn’t erase decades of pain, but it cracked a doorway open. A tiny space where a new thought could exist:
“Maybe I am not the monster I think I am.”
It took more than twenty years to change the way I spoke to myself – twenty years of discipline, awareness, setbacks, healing, and rewriting.
Self-talk is not a quick fix. It’s a lifelong relationship with your own voice – but it is the most powerful healing tool we have. 
 
Real-World Proof: People Who Change Their Words Change Their Lives
Athletes:
Use self-talk to increase performance. They win with their minds long before they win with their bodies.
Trauma Survivors:
Rewrite their internal language first — and their lives follow.
People with Chronic Illness:
Self-compassion reduces inflammation, pain, and cortisol.
People Who Broke Cycles of Poverty or Abuse
They changed their beliefs first, then their actions.
Words are not small things.
They are architecture of your whole existence. 
 
Examples of Self-Talk That Heals:
Old Thought: “I’m disgusting.”
New Thought: “My body has been through a lot, and it’s doing its best.”
Old Thought: “I ruin everything.”
New Thought: “I’m learning. I get to try again.”
Old Thought: “No one will ever love me.”
New Thought: “The more I respect myself, the more loving people I will attract.”
Old Thought: “I’m too broken.”
New Thought: “I am healing in ways I never thought possible.” 
 
Exercises to Start Rewriting Your Self-Talk:
 
1. The Whisper
Every morning, whisper:
“Everyday in every way, I’m better and better and better.”
“Today, I am on my own side, I will be my best friend in anyway I can.”
You don’t need to feel it yet. Just plant the seed. 
2. Thought-Catching
Write down a harsh thought once per day.
Replace it with a softer, fairer one.
This builds mental strength without overwhelming you. 
3. The Rice/plant Test (Try It Yourself)Label three jars:
“I love you”
“I hate you”
 No label at all.
Speak to each jar daily for two weeks.
Watch what happens.
You will see the impact of your own words. 
4. The Rewrite
Take one sentence you say to yourself often.
Rewrite it into something kinder, grounded, and honest.
Example:
From “I am disgusting” → “I am human, and I’m learning to care for myself.” 
Call to Action
Start today.
Not next week.
Not after your life is perfect.
Your self-talk is shaping your future whether you take part or not — so take part!
Choose one thought to rewrite.
Choose one sentence to speak kindly to yourself.
Choose one moment to be on your own side.
You deserve a mind that supports you.
And if you don’t believe that yet, let my voice believe it for you until yours is ready.
You are the storyteller of your own mind — so speak like someone you would want to listen too and remember… You wouldn’t like other people speaking to you the way you speak to yourself sometimes!
 
Diving Deeper Into Unapologetic Truths! 21/11/25

Are you ready to Crack The Mask?

We Need to Be More Real With Our Feelings — It’s the Only Way We Get the Help We Need.
 
Most of us walk through life acting like we’re fine.
We smile.
We push through.
We convince ourselves we’re coping.
We pretend we’ve got it handled, because the world is more comfortable with our mask than our truth. But inside we slowly die a very painful and lonely death –The death of who we were born to be, the death of our potential and our dreams. Eventually life stopped letting me hide, and my emotional stuff spilled out.
 
Recently, I had a moment that cracked my mask right open, where my feelings spilled into the room, and my family could see me. I was in plain sight.
 
Last night, after talking about our dog and her needs, something hit me harder than I was ready for:
I finally saw how deep my trauma runs — and just how dysregulated I really am.
Our beautiful Lurcher Holly, needs play time and an hour walk a day. Slowly – after a short time of having her – I started to shy away from my responsibilities, not just that of our dog. I thought maybe I was just a little depressed or overwhelmed, but in fact my mental health and the issues I suffer with were actually preventing me from doing the things I needed to do. I had been diagnosed with A.D.H.D, along with some other mental issues as a result from my trauma (more on that in another post).
 
It wasn’t a dramatic moment – It was a real one. It was a simple family check in about shared responsibility, but it caused me a huge amount of stress. Me not being able to pull my weight was now exposed, in a loving way, to the room. I immediately went to small me, filled with shame and anxiety. I was triggered and becoming dysregulated. The shame burned my face and I cried, yet no one had asked me for extra help – instead I was asking others to help me in my role. This was a moment where I had to look myself dead in the eye and admit:
I need more help and support than I realised – and not just with my responsibilities. I realised that I was going to need yet another round of therapy.
 
And that honesty, as uncomfortable as it was, set something free in me.
 
Because if we want real support, real change, and real healing…
we have to stop pretending we’re okay when we’re not. We, as trauma survivours, need to keep an extra eye on ourselves. No one but us can know how we feel and what we need. We are not like those who had a simple, blissful, loving and happy childhood – we experienced adversity in many ways. So our needs become entangled and enmeshed with our trauma.
 
This is Because…
1. As children we’re taught to be emotionally polite, not emotionally honest.
Growing up, most of us were trained to make our feelings small so other people didn’t have to deal with them, including our abusers.
 
‘Don’t make a fuss.’
‘Stop being dramatic.’
‘You’re too sensitive.’
‘Sort yourself out.’
So we learned to swallow everything – pain, fear, overwhelm, grief, rage – and walk around with a straight face, like it’s normal. All the while our pain is eating at us, shaping us into something we are not.
 
It works for a while…
until it doesn’t.
Until something in your life reflects the truth back to you – like a dog, a partner, a child, or a quiet moment where you can’t hide from yourself.
 
Pretending might keep the peace externally, but internally it destroys your connection to yourself, and you become someone who hurts you – just to keep the peace.
 
2. Before you can be real with others, you have to be real with yourself.
Last night, I realised I wasn’t reacting to the situation in front of me, I was reacting to years of unresolved trauma sitting underneath it.
 
My nervous system wasn’t ‘a bit overwhelmed.’
It was drowning.
I wasn’t ‘a bit stressed.’
I was dysregulated and didn’t see it.
I wasn’t ‘making a big deal.’
I was finally seeing the depth of what I’ve carried. I was feeling the pain, hurt, guilt, shame, and lack of love and support in my childhood. I saw how small I was. How powerless I had become.
 
And that’s the truth most of us avoid; You cannot get support for feelings you refuse to admit you have.
 
Self-honesty isn’t pretty.
It’s raw, humbling, exposing.
It strips away all the excuses and shows you exactly where you’re hurting…but it’s also the doorway to peace, because when you finally acknowledge:
 
I’m triggered,
I’m overwhelmed,
I’m reacting to old wounds,
I’m not coping as well as I pretend…
 
…you give yourself the chance to get what you actually need.
 
Self-honesty isn’t betrayal.
It’s self-rescue. It is doing what others have failed to do – to see you!
 
3. Hiding your feelings guarantees isolation.
People can’t support pain you cover with a smile.
They can’t help when you insist you’re fine.
They can’t show up for you when you’re acting like you’ve got everything under control.
 
Then you end up alone, and you call it strength, when it’s really just survival mode wearing armour.
 
We don’t get the support we need because we don’t reveal the parts of us that need it.
When you hide your truth, you accidentally teach people to step back. I see now why my therapist thinks I’m OK!
What else is she supposed to think when every week I’m telling her only the ways in which I am coping?
 
4. Being honest isn’t weakness — it’s strategy.
Honesty doesn’t mean falling apart at the feet of everyone you know.
It means being able to say:
‘I’m not coping right now.’
‘I need support.’
‘I don’t trust myself to manage this alone.’
‘This is hitting something deeper.’
‘This isn’t just stress — this is trauma speaking.’
‘HELP!’
 
This isn’t collapsing.
It’s clarity.
And clarity is power.
 
Emotional honesty is how you stop spiralling in silence and start receiving support before the overwhelm takes you out.
 
5. Real feelings open real doors.
When you speak honestly, something amazing happens:
You regain your personal power.
People stop guessing and start understanding.
Support shows up.
Solutions appear.
Connection deepens.
Shame loses its grip, and hope hangs over you like a ray of light.
 
The moment I admitted how dysregulated I really was, I stopped fighting myself.
I stopped pretending I should be stronger, calmer, tougher, more collected.
 
And instead, I opened the door to what I actually needed.
 
This is what honesty does:
it turns the lights on.
It gives you your next step.
It invites people to meet you where you truly are, no matter how dark the space is in which you sit.
 
6. What stays unseen stays unhealed.
You can’t change a pattern you’re too afraid to face. You can’t heal your trauma if you’re still minimising its size. You can’t get support for the things you won’t give words to.
You can’t calm a nervous system you keep pretending is okay.
Healing begins the moment you dare to look at what hurts – the moment you finally see how worth it you really are.
The moment you tell the truth – to yourself first – everything changes.
 
It’s not comfortable.
It’s not pretty.
It’s not meant to be seen by the crowd.
But it’s real.
 
And real is the only thing that heals. True authenticity starts with being real with yourself. By putting your hand on your heart, closing your eyes, and taking some deep breaths. Relax your body – here is where it begins.
 
Last night showed me something I didn’t want to see:
I’m not as ‘fine’ as I thought I was.
My trauma runs deeper than I realised.
And I need far more support than I’ve ever allowed myself to ask for.
 
But here’s the twist:
 
I’m no longer ashamed of that. The shame comes when we know better, but we refuse to do better. We cannot change that which we don’t yet know about. The strongest thing I have done in a long time is to be able to ask for help and admit that I was not coping. It gets us like that sometimes, don’t you think?
 
So here’s the truth I’m leaving you with:
 
You don’t need to be stronger –You need to be honest.
Strength will come later – Honesty is what saves you first.
 
This is where healing begins,
not with perfection, not with pretending,
but with finally saying, ‘I’m not okay… and I deserve the support I need.’
 
And that honesty?

That’s the moment your entire life starts to shift.

Keep Healing, until next time…
Kizzi 🙂
 

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