I’m a writing coach. I belong to a few different online writing communities and I created my own Skool community based on writing disciplines that I know work, because they improved and advanced my practice. I created Writer, I am to help you build and strengthen your craft. Weekly and Monthly challenges. Prompt and timed writing disciplines to diversify yourself. Classes. Tips. Guest writers. Tiered membership, free to start. I hope you check it out. All genres welcome 🖊️

One of the most important things I've learned since becoming an online entrepreneur is that the most important thing you can do to grow your business is to build relationships. Many of us (myself included) have rushed to promote our groups and services that we care so deeply about. And it only makes sense - we are excited about what we are doing! Today, I'd like to invite you to take a step back and introduce yourself to the group by answering the following questions: 1. Who are you personally? 2. Who are you professionally? 3. What is something you love doing outside of work? 4. What is something surprising about you? As you open up and make more connections, you will find that not only are people more interested in what you do, but they will also be more interested in helping you make connections with other people they know! 😉 After you introduce yourself, please scroll through the other introductions and add a comment to someone you have something in common with or would like to know more about. 😊 Please add your introduction in the comments below! ⬇️

For a long time, trauma healing happened behind closed doors. One person. One therapist. One hour a week. Important work… but often very lonely work. VTT was created because healing doesn’t have to happen in isolation. Inside you’ll find something different: 🌍 A global trauma peer support community 🧠 Education about the nervous system and trauma 🤝 People who actually understand what you’ve been through 💬 Real conversations about healing - not toxic positivity 🎨 Creative expression, challenges, and shared growth ❤️ Co-regulation, connection, and support across time zones This is not therapy. It’s community-based healing - and it works long term! If you're looking for a place where you don’t have to do recovery alone, VTT might be the space for you. Because sometimes the most powerful part of healing is realizing: “Oh… it’s not just me.” Welcome to VTT - A New Way to Heal. 🌱 Trauma Healing Community VTT

Welcome to our trauma-informed space where we heal from Trauma PTSD and CPTSD together. At some point the universe looked down and said: “What would happen if trauma survivors from across the world found each other… learned about nervous systems… supported one another… and refused to heal alone?” And VTT was born! Today, this space is filled with people co-regulating across time zones, sharing deep trauma insights at random hours, celebrating emotional breakthroughs, and reminding each other - “that makes total sense.” We came here carrying survival stories. Somewhere along the way, we became a slightly chaotic, deeply supportive healing family. This isn’t toxic positivity. We don’t pretend trauma didn’t happen. We’re simply humans choosing to heal differently. Choosing to heal together. …and occasionally kicking trauma directly in the dick. It's not therapy - It's something different. I'm so proud of what this space has become. Welcome home Trauma Healing Community VTT With love, Chris🌞

There's something I've never said out loud quite like this before. For most of my life, I've been the giver. The one who shows up, takes on the extra thing, says yes when I'm already full, keeps going when I'm running on empty. And for a long time I told myself it was just who I am. A generous person. Someone who cares. But recently I've been sitting with something harder. What if it wasn't generosity? What if, underneath all of it, I was scared? Scared that if I stopped giving, stopped being useful, stopped taking on everyone else's stuff — they'd leave. Or they'd stop loving me. Or they'd realise I wasn't actually worth keeping around. Not a conscious thought. Nothing that dramatic. Just a quiet hum underneath everything. A constant low-level proving. Look how much I do. Look how capable I am. Look how little I ask for. Because if I ask for too much, I'm selfish. And selfish people get left. I grew up in a house with a lot of noise. My dad was an alcoholic. There was domestic violence. And when things are that unstable, you learn to survive. You become useful. You become the capable one. The strong one. The one who holds it together so everyone else can fall apart. I was a child and that was the role I took on And then I grew up. And I kept doing it. Because it was the only way I knew how to feel like I was enough. When I was living with my mum a few years ago, she was going through a hard time and leaning on me heavily. And I just kept taking it on. And taking it on. And taking it on. Not because she was forcing me. Because somewhere in my nervous system, saying no felt like a threat to the relationship. If I'm not giving, what am I? She's actually admitted since I moved out that she leaned on me because I was there. And I let her. Because I thought I was being selfless. I wasn't. I was proving my worth. There's a difference. The exhaustion I've been carrying recently — and it has been a lot — brought this into focus in a way it hasn't been before. Because I got to a point where I had nothing left. Not just tired. Empty. Not even being any version of myself, never mind the best version.