Ever find yourself at a loss for words? You start therapy, unravel CPTSD, uncover your 'Child Parts' (grasping their identity and role), and embark on daily processing to fathom the roots of triggered memories, those echoes of repetitive past trauma. Sounds simple, right? But hold up—no cakewalk here. I've grappled, day by day, month by month, deciphering the intricate indicators and symptoms of my triggers. What am I feeling? The physical and mental cues—the whole nine yards. And still, why the frustration with not nailing it? I get it's a marathon, not a sprint, but what's making this journey such a head-scratcher?
