17/03/2026
A little honesty from behind the scenes at Beyond The Trauma!
I often talk with my clients about facing fears, about taking that blind leap of faith when staying the same hurts more than the discomfort of change. About trusting the path even when your nervous system is screaming otherwise.
Today, I’m walking that talk.
My anxiety has been building again, and this time it’s telling me I need a different strategy. Tomorrow, I commence a 13 week Dialectical Behaviour Therapy (DBT) program to strengthen my capacity to manage the ongoing symptoms of PTSD.
This PTSD didn’t come from nowhere.
It came from a 16 month hospital stay.
Three weeks in a coma.
Being highly delusional.
Watching my hair fall out.
Becoming someone I didn’t recognise.
There was a time when I didn’t want to exist, but I didn’t want to die either. I had accepted that the life I once lived was gone. My grandchild was frightened of me. My family had a different version of me. I wasn’t the woman, the mother, the sister I knew myself to be.
And yet… here I am. I’ll be damned if I allow hospital trauma to become my identity. I have bigger plans than that.
Earlier this year, I was meant to attend a 3 week inpatient pain management program. I couldn’t even drive the hour to get there. My anxiety simply wouldn’t allow it. I was devastated. The centre was compassionate, my psychologist was unwaveringly supportive, and instead of forcing myself through it, we slowed things down.
That’s not failure. That’s listening.
Now, the recommendation is clear: DBT first. Then we revisit the inpatient program when my nervous system has more tools, more safety, more choice.
So tomorrow, I take another step; even with anxiety present.
Because anxiety is overrated anyway. It catastrophises, convinces us the worst is inevitable, and tries to protect us from a danger that isn’t actually happening. I understand why it exists. I know the neuroscience. I have the education, the tools, the insight.
And still… my body feels unsafe.
That’s the work.
That’s the reality of trauma healing.
And that’s why I do what I do.
I cannot ethically walk beside my clients if I’m unwilling to walk my own path. I don’t just teach this work; I live it. I connect deeply with the people who choose me to support them, and their courage inspires me more than they will ever know.
To my beautiful clients, past and present, and to those quietly watching from the sidelines: thank you. You help me heal just as much as I support you.
Over the coming weeks, I’ll be sharing honest journal-style updates.
The good.
The bad.
And the ugly.
Because healing isn’t linear; and neither is being human. If this story feels familiar, if you recognise yourself in the fear, the anxiety, the avoidance, and the deep longing for change, this may be your invitation. If you’re seeking a therapist who understands trauma not just through training, but through lived experience; someone who will not rush you, minimise you, or push you beyond what your nervous system can tolerate, then I may be the right fit for you.
I work intentionally and deeply, and because of that my capacity is limited. If you’d like to work together, please send me a DM and share your ‘why’, what resonated in this post, and what you’re ready to shift. First in, best dressed. Jo 💛 Safe To Feel Again