Having long been gaslighted by authority figures, I tend to gaslight myself, but I am done. Believing myself is healing, is health.

A survivor of cancer and childhood abuse explains how empathy and defense have become her superpowers, sprung from scarcity.

What does trauma look like? Appearances can be deceiving, as adverse childhood experiences (ACEs) are common and can happen to anyone.

A survivor of multiple cancers reflects on her relationship with panic, how PTSD has shaped her life and her character.

Because my parents punished me every time I asserted myself, my nervous system continues to recoil every time I do so, even at the age of...

While Gabor Mate in his new book, The Myth of Normal (https://drgabormate.com/), explicitly forgives parents who inflict their trauma on...

Not allowed to speak my thoughts or show my feelings, I was driven by my family of origin into art. More like, taken, tied, threatened,...

Whenever I doubt myself, the continuity of my mind and my body, all I need to do is dance, turning and winding and bending and...

Hold off, Death, I say, Not for me today, Not for the immediate future. I walk away healthy from the cancer clinic. I walk away healthy...

Because I was determined to live fully and deeply, I weaned myself off psychiatric drugs. The suffering was intense but worthwhile....

The Deepest Well: Healing the Long-Term Effects of Childhood Trauma and Adversity DR. NADINE BURKE HARRIS is the founder and CEO of the...

My parents’ training of me started early and was original in its cruelty. Christmas day, 1975, when I was five years old, I cried because...

Even before I confronted death at age 15, I had tastes, desires, and a temperament that did not fit. I danced, and sang, and immersed...

I have told my story, read and reread it, edited and proofed it, polished and published it. So goodbye to all that. I slam the door on...

Every moment you allow them to occupy you, you are yielding, you are giving them a victory. I am a survivor only of personal history, of...

The single lesson of decades of talk therapy was communicated to my husband by a naked, elder colleague in the close quarters of a men’s...

It would have helped if a single person had come forward to defend me or at least validate my perceptions of reality. Instead I had the...

Unlike the character played by Ingrid Bergman in the 1944 film, Gaslight, I had nothing valuable to motivate my father to undermine me:...

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are...

I went to college unsure of myself. I had been driven underground by my own family, told again and again I was wrong, ugly, and stupid,...