08/21/2026
I lied to my husband about DoorDash. 🤦♀️
He asked me if I had ordered it and I said no. Just…no. And almost immediately I was like, well s**t. Why did I just lie about DoorDash?
I have complex trauma, and one thing I’ve had to learn is how freaking fast some of those old responses can happen. Sometimes my body has decided I’m in trouble before the rest of me has even caught up.
That explains what happened. It doesn’t excuse it. I still lied to my husband, and the next day I needed to tell him the truth and repair it.
But we’ve also figured out something that helps us when this happens. I tell him, “I feel like I’m in trouble.”
That sentence means something very specific in our house. It means I’ve lost my sense of safety somewhere and I probably need a minute before I can even figure out why. He knows how to help me come back, and once I do, I can usually figure out what the hell just happened in there.
I think sometimes we imagine healing means we eventually stop having trauma responses. Mine still show up. I’m just getting better at recognizing them, repairing when I need to, and figuring out what I can do differently the next time.
Apparently sometimes healing looks like confessing to DoorDash. 😂.