When I was fifteen, my house was broken into while I was home alone. The event was traumatic to say the least. After it happened, I moved in with my grandparents, which made it was easy to ignore my problems. But when I moved back in with my parents, I was forced to face the fact that I’d experienced a traumatizing event. Nightmares, flashbacks, and anxiety attacks became a common occurrence. It was extremely difficult for me to accept my issues and begin the process of healing.
The first step towards healing was finally sharing my struggles with my parents. After I opened up to them, I was able to talk with others about what happened to me. As a perfectionist, it was very hard for me to allow others to see that I was having a hard time with
The first step towards healing was finally sharing my struggles with my parents. After I opened up to them, I was able to talk with others about what happened to me. As a perfectionist, it was very hard for me to allow others to see that I was having a hard time with