You are invited to share your story on surviving personal trauma — Covid loss, bullying/cyberbullying, emotional/verbal/physical violence, gaslighting in relationships, mental health conditions, suicide, sexual assault, parental incarceration, foster care, homelessness, substance abuse, hate crimes, etc.
We are expanding the conversation to “What happens after trauma enters your life?” for all survivors who experience personal violence and those also impacted — their partners, friends, and family. Not only is a broader conversation needed, but a broader understanding surrounding the mental, emotional, and physical aftermath of mental health struggles in general.
Share your story to help raise mental health awareness, and give voice to what is often silenced, dismissed, and shamed.
The day we met I was in denial. I was dreaming a different reality and hoping for change.
I couldn’t believe the torture. I didn’t believe it. I concealed it, hoping know one would ever discover you were at the core of my existence
You have stolen my life from me, my friends and even family members. Trauma you have spun a web that allowed you to latch on to negativity and create more trauma. Hey trauma I wonder sometimes what kind of person I would be without you. Hey trauma hopefully I will understand you better in the future and sleep better at night.
You have tried to take everything from me -- my mind, my body, my health, and my soul. You have been in my family for generations, eventually passing your horribleness onto me.
You destroyed a family like a tornado ripping through a house, except unlike a Tornado you never left. While you targeted my child, the rippling affects were like a tsunami running through me.
You made me feel tragically helpless as the child that I once carried in me was no longer shielded in my womb.
I was a young man full of patriotism and fire. I was with my brothers in a strange world far away from the comforts of home, Waffle House and our local watering hole. You found me when I least expected.
I don’t even know what day it was. I would have been very young. My parents never got along and fought constantly. Narcissistic father and borderline/depressed/suicidal mother.
It was so beautiful being in love, having found the one, getting married, moving to a new and exciting city.I had so many hopes and dreams, it was almost too good to be true; until it was.
It's strange how trauma affects you, because not one day has gone by that I haven't thought about what happened, there are still good and bad days
You took my breath away. I gasped. I fought. I feared for my life. I thought only of my children. I couldn't believe I wouldn't have a chance to tell them
You had PTSD and I didn’t even know it, as a matter of fact, I didn’t even know what PTSD looked like!
I lived with you for 10 years but only 8 were truly lived. Something happened to you