My Trauma and My Message
- Corey Blanchet
- Jan 31, 2023
- 3 min read
Updated: Feb 2, 2023
For those wondering why I'm sharing this, myself included, I am telling you all about myself so you understand my message and why I bother adding it.
If you need help, I have links at the bottom of this post. Speak Up About Mental Health.

TL;DR: Everyone reacts differently to stresses and what messed me up might be a normal Tuesday for someone else. The message here is we all have parts of our lives that suck for us. Those parts shape us, mold us into who we are. And sometimes, we need help overcoming the obstacles in our life.
Trauma is Trauma
Divorced Parents + Abusive Stepmother
Like many kids of the 80's and 90's, my parents divorced when I was 3 years-old. My dad immediately remarried a woman who physically and emotionally abused me during every visitation session (which my dad skipped out on), and my mother dedicated her life and energy to raising me. Thanks mom!
Diagnosed Attention Deficit Hyper Activity Disorder (ADHD)
Sexually Molested
Speech Therapy
Dyslexic and Illiterate
Always the Outsider; Collector of Puppies
Perfectionist Failure
Abandonment Issues
My Message
We all have scars, nightmares that haunt us, things we wish never happened. I didn't realize how much I have lived through until I went to a therapist for suicidal thoughts and crippling anxiety. I thought I had a pretty good life. I have a loving mom, got great grades through high school and college, have a good paying job and a long career path, a great husband and two amazing kids. My life should be perfect, the dream life.
But I was thinking about suicide? Why? So many people have had so more horrifying experiences. I should be thankful. I should be happy. The fact that I'm not makes me a whiner, makes me weak. A failure.
That's what I thought when I went into Intense Outpatient (IOP) therapy early last year, which is the step either just before or just after hospitalization.
In IOP, I learned it isn't the size of the trauma, it's the impact. For example, I never considered being sexually molested a bad thing because I got the help I needed and I saw how the system was supposed to work. It taught me that I was safe and no one had the right to touch me like that. But there were others in my IOP group that went through very similar situations and still wake up in cold sweats.
Your traumas are valid. Your feelings are valid. You aren't a whiner, or weak, or pathetic.
Impact on my Writing
I largely write character-driven stories, and I try to make their problems relatable. I show the underlying fears and doubts, the traumas that haunt my characters, and then I show them growing to face their demons, unravel the web of self-doubt, burn away the negative self-talk, and become a better version of themselves.
I show psychological breakdowns and flashbacks to traumatic events, PTSD episodes, and self-harm. I present grounding techniques and discuss the underlying elements as I move toward positive change with my characters.
Honestly, a huge part of this was for my own benefit. I worked through a lot of my problems by writing stories about them. Shifting Arrangements, for example, deals with my abandonment issues with my father. Ironically, I started Shifting Arrangements the day after my father died and before I found out he was dead. Fate maybe?
My Hope and Dream
I hope my stories help others, maybe even you, Dear Reader. I hope the scenarios I describe in my books are powerful enough to resonate with someone and that person can grow along side my characters. My dream is to get a letter from someone telling me they are all right, that they are working through their trauma, but they are still here. They are still trying.
If you need help
If you need help, someone to listen, someone to guide you through the darkness in your life, please, please get help. Call a suicide prevention hotline. Walk into a doctor's office. Find a therapist. Therapy sessions are out there. You are not alone. I was surprised at how much better I felt just realizing that others were messed up too, that it wasn't just me.
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