Processing Trauma

When I was 16, I was in the back seat of a car that hit and killed a teenage boy jaywalking at night. He died right there in the road. When I felt his body being forced underneath the car, I assumed it was a deer. I got out of the car and saw his … More Processing Trauma

Feel Stree Free

I’m feeling lonely and rejected. I’m thinking that I won’t be able to survive this. The purple bubbles fill the screen with alternative ways to think about my situation. Better ways. “I have coped in the past,” it says. “I have been like this before and managed.” I pick those bubbles and the dark cloud that has been following me for days is no longer sending hail over me. … More Feel Stree Free