“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ~Rumi In 2011, my world shattered. My mother passed away, and with her, the fragile scaffolding that held my life together.
It wasn’t just grief. It was as if her death unearthed a deep well of pain I had been carrying for years. Looking back, I can see that I was living with complex (cPTSD), though I didn’t have the language for it at the time.
cPTSD is a condition that often results from prolonged exposure to trauma, leaving deep emotional scars. It manifests as a constant state of hypervigilance, emotional numbness, and difficulty forming healthy relationships.
What I did know was that my inner world was in chaos, and the external one soon followed. The grief triggered a flood of emotions that I couldn’t control or understand.
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