A Journalist On Living with Complex PTSD

What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing From Complex Trauma, by Stephanie Foo Hatred, I learned quickly, was the antidote to sadness. It was the only safe feeling. Hatred does not make you cry at school. It isn't vulnerable. Hatred is efficient. It does not grovel. It is pure power. Reading the new memoir... Continue Reading →

Some Books That May Help If You Need Help With These Things

Self-help is not my thing whatsoever. When I started this blog, it was with the intention to show how much nonfiction actually encompasses beyond areas like self-help. When telling people I only read nonfiction for years, I often got that response: that I must read a lot of self-help. Um, no. I'm perfect. But seriously,... Continue Reading →

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