James Ballantyne

Trauma

  • Nobody with No-body.

    Loving myself, meant loving my body. All of it. For 40 years I felt one form of body shame or another.  My innocent nakedness was shamed early by my mother. Her favourite story to tell on every occasion, even to… Continue reading

  • Breakfast with my Shadow.

    Men Fawn Too. (Extra Travel Bonus Piece) I wasnt alone for my breakfast this morning. When I woke up the voice was still inside my head. I got up, showered and then went down to the lobby for breakfast.  Im… Continue reading

    Breakfast with my Shadow.

  • Trauma and the Fragility of Dreams.

    Its the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting (Paulo Coelho) ‘Whats the dream?’ once asked my university tutor, over eight years ago. It was a question I meekly answered, along the lines of ‘to be… Continue reading

    Trauma and the Fragility of Dreams.

  • You Can’t force your Jigsaw (But do open the box)

    Each of us has bits of us that we dont really like. Theres the bits of us that got damaged by our parents or family when we grew up, whether this was abuse, neglect, abandonment, the choices of our parents… Continue reading

    You Can’t force your Jigsaw (But do open the box)

  • Wounded hands….that Cooked.

    Was there something in the way Jesus cooked? Continue reading

    Wounded hands….that Cooked.

  • Life with c-PTSD

    I did something this week that I’ve never done before.  I googled, no, I read the wikipedia article on c-ptsd.  Here it is:  c-PTSD Because, not for the first time in my last few years, it has been something that my… Continue reading