Healing From Complex Trauma & PTSD/CPTSD

A journey to healing from complex trauma.

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When you have known true evil, you can pick up on it more easily.

There are those who will try to say that having PTSD is a kind of mental health disorder that means I am not thinking clearly, my cognitive process is distorted etc.

There are those who will try to say that my ability to pick up on narcissistic traits, is not correct and that I am a traumatised person, who is paranoid and clouded by my abuse trauma history.

They are wrong.

I have been told by my doctor and counsellor, my cognitive ability is excellent, my mental health is very strong and my ability to pick up on red flags in people’s behaviour and actions and words, is skilled discernment, that came from highly skilled hyper vigilance. Continue reading


My country of birth, became my place of safety. Where my family would be safer.

I was not born in the country where I spent most of my life. Where most of the abuse I have endured occurred.

I am eternally thankful to God, for what was no doubt His plan all along, that my family and I would move from the country where danger and a dangerous abuser lived, to the country where I was born the other side of the world.

We are safe here. We are as safe as we can be. Continue reading

Is it Biblical to expose false teachers?

I just did a search with this very question.

I have been thinking about this a lot and have been told yes it is, but needed to see the biblical verses myself.

So, up popped so many that I can definitely say, the answer is a resounding yes.

A few that seemed highly appropriate right now; Continue reading


Grieving the illusion, of who I thought they were, but weren’t.

I have come to realise when grieving about some of the people who have hurt me in my life – particularly my family, my ex husband, a pastor who I wrongly trusted – I am not grieving that person – I am grieving the illusion of who I thought they were and that hurts.

Once the ‘real’ person becomes revealed – the betrayal of them not being who you thought they were, who you wanted them to be – is painful.

But, they were ‘never’ that good person – I was just fooled into believing their image, or who I wanted them to be. Continue reading