Healing From Complex Trauma & PTSD/CPTSD

A journey to healing from complex trauma.


So far, with regard to my formal complaint, I’m not impressed.

I have a formal complaint of spiritual abuse by a Baptist pastor.

People have been appointed to investigate my complaint and I have to ‘approve’ them.

As I suspected would occur – only Baptist people have been selected, which does not lend itself to a fair and unbiased investigation, so I have requested someone from outside of the Baptist church be included.

I have also checked out a senior pastor who has been selected and his Church is the closest to the Church the one I am complaining about, and the pastor I have complained about – his best friends are friends with this senior pastor who has been selected. Continue reading

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Reaching out – to thousands every day.

I am someone who has always had a serving heart. It started young, I was my siblings caretaker and my mothers caretaker and because I didn’t know any different, I didn’t know it wasn’t my job, I did it because I loved them and I knew they needed caretaking.

I’ve always been someone who wants to help people, not myself. I’ve had to work on considering myself as worthy of self care and worthy of receiving love and care.

I started a Facebook community page about healing from complex trauma, because I know what it’s like to have no-one. I know what it’s like to have no support, no-one who cares, no family who care and to be treated like someone who isn’t worthy of love, care, empathy, or kindness.

Knowing the depths of pain this can cause, along with severe suffering, gives me considerable empathy and compassion and a need to want to reach out to people who may also be experiencing this. Continue reading

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A real friend – doesn’t think of themselves, or just do what’s expected.

I am someone who thinks a lot. Deeply. I am a good friend to have, a real one.

I used to attend a Church, who do the usual Church roster meals for people who have just had a baby.

I know there will be different reasons people provide a meal, some because they genuinely care, some because they want to look nice to other people, some because you have to – it’s what’s expected.

A person who I had tried to become good friends with, but I always held back on getting close to (because I realise now my narc radar was on alert), was having a baby a few years ago. Continue reading

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A special few weeks, with many special and wonderful things occurring.

I attended a Christian women’s convention on the weekend, where my doctor was one of the speakers.

Prior to this I had a counselling appointment with her, where she stated to me that even if no-one else in the room was listening, she knew I would be. Continue reading