Post-traumatic growth is a psychological term used to describe the potentially transformative power of suffering. For David Washington, a trauma specialist and Weekend of Recovery alumni, the phrase means getting past trauma to where things become better.
Niall Lenihan is an 8-time Weekend of Recovery Alumni whose healing journey evolved from being a chore to a joy.
How two men's healing experiences with our programs inspired a plan to host a local retreat for male survivors in Nashville, Tennessee—slated for Spring 2027.
If you have been living with CPTSD, you will probably get this. If not, it is simply designed to make you go, "huh?"
The idea that all of us adults have an inner child is silly. Which is the point.
I've had a full beard for the last few months. I just shaved it off. Like this: sideburns gone leaving the full van dyke. Took a shower. Another look in the mirror. Grungy looking. I thought I liked that. Nope. Like this: mustache gone. This has been my
How disclosing survivor status has the potential for both empowerment and harm.
I have attended multiple MenHealing Weekends of Recovery and Peer Support Groups. Frequently, when these community events close, participants express a desire to stay in touch. Sometimes, they do. More often, in my experience, they don't. Even when I have successfully managed to stay in touch with some
Before I went to a Weekend of Recovery, I was sort of dead inside—that's how I would always describe my pain. Since the Weekend of Recovery, I've been thriving.
Where, then, is refuge? Where is the walled garden that keeps the violence out? The longing rises in me from time to time.
I’ve always been the kid who sits in the back of the room and cracks wise to the class about the (unspoken) rules that we were expected to abide. It wasn’t about getting attention. I was signaling that I was wise to the charade. That I understood about
I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to heal lately. How do we move to wholeness when sometimes it seems like the views of others are stacked against us? A few months ago, I tore a tendon in my shoulder, maybe from overuse while swimming. Swimming had
“Wow! This place is huge! This is gonna be great.” He’s in a onesie. It covers his feet with soft fabric. His excitement propels him. He runs into the house, down the hall, into the kitchen. He makes a sliding stop, changes directions, runs back and to the left,