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The following guest blog post is on the CPTSD Foundation website. Thank you for reading! My Story in Brief A Dragonfly Mosaic: My Journey from Fear to Love is the working title of the memoir I’m currently writing. It chronicles a lifetime shaped

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut is a landmark anti-war novel that blends satire, science fiction, and historical fiction to explore the psychological impact of war trauma. Through the experiences of Billy Pilgrim, a survivor of the Dresden

“The book isn’t just about Cosmo’s journey. It takes a hard look at the lives we live, the monotony we assume is part of adulthood, and the mediocrity we’re content to settle for. Through Cosmo’s shoes, the reader’s perspective is quietly opened

Herman Hesse’s Siddhartha is a slim novel that carries an enormous amount of wisdom—wisdom that feels even more relevant today than when it was written. Blending Eastern mysticism with Western ideas such as individualism, it tells the story of a

Finding Peace in a Fractured World: Lessons from Olive Branches Don’t Grow on Trees When a reviewer described my debut novel, Olive Branches Don’t Grow on Trees, as “healing,” I was deeply moved. In that moment, I felt I had accomplished one of

The first book in my bibliotherapy series explores a subject that often exists beyond language—grief, and our attempts to find comfort and consolation in its wake. In Grief Is the Thing with Feathers, Max Porter offers healing through prose

Bibliotherapy is a creative arts therapy that promotes self-understanding and emotional healing through literature. By engaging with fiction, poetry, and nonfiction, readers gain insight into their own experiences, explore difficult emotions,

I was inspired to write Olive Branches Don’t Grow on Trees in large part because of my lifelong passion for peace. Throughout the novel, I explore the many forms war can take—not only on distant battlefields, but within families and hearts. In

DESERT GHOSTS   A fluorescent light in the hallway flickered frantically before burning out. In the sudden darkness, I could still see the paint peeling off the walls. The worn wooden floors creaked with every step. “The corner unit just

So She Could See the Color Plue     When Eloise was five years old, she took a trip to Arizona with her parents. Her mum’s dream had always been to see the Grand Canyon and when she got sick, Dad insisted they go there for a family