What My Bones Know A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

I think anyone can find something in this either to learn/realize or to just feel seen. Like the author says trauma is inevitable so even if you haven’t faced exactly what she has (physical and emotional abuse from both parents) there is something in this book for you. 

The audio especially I loved the actual audio clips from the author’s somewhat unique therapy sessions. But otherwise of course the audio is great coming from a journalist/producer. 

Very validating. I cried a lot while reading. It felt good to know that this experience is a shared one and that healing is possible and that it can be tough too.

forcing everyone i know to read this book so they can understand how much i love and care about them

I got a recommendation from a friend to read this memoir.. He said that I would love it and it will make me burn in tears. Well, he hits the spot, though! Haha. I placed my hold about a month ago to have this copy from my library and I must say, this book speak volume for everything I feel and think all this time. It's like a midnight call, a study group with cup of pumpkin spice, and a paper for you to pursue. Foo declared the book will be the happy ending.. Once I realized that whether I will be ready to face it or not. She, also, normalize us to skip some of chapters in case it's too triggering. Well, yes, I felt that on the early chapter on her early ages when she gained lot of abusive behaviours from her surroundings. Pages turned by, they changed into... something more adventurous. A journey.  It's a memoir about Stephanie Foo and her diagnosis to face her complex PTSD since she was a child until four years to go from her diagnosis. It taught us about a trigger: a reflexes designed to protect us from things our brain has encoded as threats. Traumatized brains tend to have an enlarged amygdala— a part of the brain that is generally associated with producing feelings of fear. How to the habit effected our entire life forward.  This book offered us a whole scientific journal and we can access it freely too. Most memoir books I ever counted before never have this point, which makes me love this book even more. Maybe that's why the genre of this book also counted as self-help too! One of the method they used to measure the telomeres; that are like little caps on the ends of our strands of DNA that keep them from unraveling. As we get older, those telomers get shorter and shorter. When they've finally disappeared, our DNA itself begins to unravel, increasing our chances of getting cancer and making us especially suspectible to disease. Because of this tendency, telomeres are linked to human lifespan. They encore the polymerases chain reaction (PCR), a machine to measure the duplicate the DNA coded so we can read it through electrophoresis with the biomarkers (Foo had 6 for her hypothetical score which means the average of someone with > than that are sixty years). I learned it a lot in my major so it becomes more, more interesting to me. And be more precious to my understanding, too.  They also offered us some research from mice-stress that came from inside each cell is both our DNA: or our genome and the epigenome, a layer of chemical markers that sits on top of our DNA. So the epigenome helps decide which genes actually get represented by our bodies. They encode a FKBP5 gene, which helps control stress regulation by comparing a Holocaust survivors and their descendants shared their same epigenetic tags and the Jewish people who lived outside Europe. Their epigenetic tags weren't altered. It was clear that the trauma of experiencing the Holocaust specifically created DNA methylation on the FKBP5 gene of survivors.. and their children.  I have been dwelling in some therapy too and got homework from my doctor so I can live well, too. This book is quite similar with An Unquiet Mind by Dr. Jamison, another memoir that I've read but it comes from the therapist point of view. One thing I acknowledge here: she must have been through a lot until remember all of these to the details. How she was fighting through it all the time. The CBT, EDMR, and all sort kind of therapy to works on that.. there are lot of things to do to write gratitude lists which it comes as baseline seared by the pain of existence to living a largely satisfying life. How it comes to accept the lifelong battle and its limitations now. Even though we must always carry the weight of grief on our back, we have become strong. Our legs and shoulders are long, hard bundles of muscle. The burden is lighter than it was. We no longer cower and crawl my way through this world. Now, we hitch the pack up. And as we wait for the beast to come, we dance. What My Bones Know is a book about survive, adventure, a whole journey... that someone probably have gone through in sort small part of their lives but have gone through that almost for the rest of their lives, too. This book isn't that triggering, for me. Since I expected highly from the title to show more of her dark days all alone, but thank God it didn't. It will show you more of research and all of her ten doctors journey that examined her to heal her completely. This book hits me close to home in so, so many ways until I don't realize that I have wrote this long.. but that's how dearly this book to me.  "Experts say it’s all part of the three P’s: We think our sadness is personal, pervasive, and permanent. Personal, in that we have caused all the problems we face. Pervasive, in that our entire life is defined by our failings. And permanent, in that the sadness will last forever."

Heartbreaking yet affirming read :') finished it in one sitting since I couldn't put it down. Profound lessons of healing all over. An extremely insightful read on complex trauma, specifically C-PSTD. Definitely learned a lot.

A must read for anyone with a history of PTSD and self doubt. Beautiful start to finish.

need to sit with all the Big Feelings this memoir gave me before i can attempt to actually form any coherent thoughts on it. just… wow. what an experience this was

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i consider this to be one of the heaviest, yet compelling and insightful memoirs i've read to date. there are numerous books discussing personal trauma through memoir, and there are numerous books approaching the topic of mental health using a string of researched information weaved with a personal narrative. stephanie foo happens to utilize both these formats well in the telling of her own story, and it is a grounding, curious, and hopeful account of her life.

the first parts of the book were difficult to get through because her portrayal of childhood abuse is potent in the way that she doesn't shy away from the memory she has of the pain. she dwells on the confusion of being a child exposed to such cruelty and wanting to measure up to what her parents demand of her, even if it's unreasonable and beyond her abilities. but i didn't anticipate how much more harrowing it could be to read the succeeding parts of the memoir, the ones focused on the trajectory of her healing once she was abandoned by her parents and trying to find a foot in the world alone. the way foo describes the non-linear path of recovery is something that stayed with me, not only because of how Real she was being in her description of the ups and downs of processing trauma. it left a mark because of her curiosity and willingness to go great lengths to understand the different factors in orbit of her trauma, which made for an insightful look into how collective experiences can shape a generation (even a population) of hurt, contributing to the cycle. i especially appreciated how foo was determined to trace historical events (the vietnam war, may 13 riots in malaysia, and other stinging events that contributed to the trauma of entire generations of people who migrated to the US hoping for a better life) as a way to avoid slipping down hasty generalizations of abuse being a cultural thing for most asians and people of color.

foo's curiosity is what shines in the discussion of healing in her memoir, really. because yes, she has the determination to work on how her trauma affects her life, relationships, personhood, etc. but it's her penchant to look at things and ask: how can we work through this? what are the things affecting x mood or y feelings? where is this coming from? what other things beyond me are contributing to what i'm feeling? how can i be a person for others when my trauma burdens me with so much self-loathing i cannot see that people do not hate me as i have led myself to believe? how do i know this therapy thing works, and what can i do to find something that works for me?

while she does honestly talk about the difficulties of finding the right therapist, methods to therapy, anxieties over her interpersonal relationships, and all the Bad Things caused by mental health struggles, she refuses to get bogged down. she asks what else can be done and it's not in a rationalizing way, but more in line with the idea that she wants to get somewhere better, safer, and more loving for someone in her situation. and that was really comforting to read because she didn't follow the whole, "oh, of course it gets better. i'm working on it constantly, so there's a definite end where i don't feel these negative emotions anymore." foo takes the time to detail how the negatives continue to exist, but that healing means there are more positives that offset the Bad. she does not deny the continued existence of her hurt, anger, and other remnants of her cruel childhood. instead, she remarks that "healing is never final" and that long with the losses, there are triumphs. and that really resonated with me, as it is more hopeful to be able to look at something dreadful and acknowledge it, but also have the knowledge that there can be something better laying beyond it.

overall, this memoir made me ache in ways i didn't know was possible reading an account of someone else's life. but i am so grateful to have read this at this age and point of my life. i hope to one day find the same strength and love as foo did to accompany her in the passage of healing.

Fantastic read that grabs you & brings you in quickly — then the entire book shifts into journalism mode with mixed results and a too-happy ending. Still, I enjoyed every moment.

A really fascinating look at one woman's life with Complex PTSD. There's lots of trauma and trigger warnings to be found in this memoir, but there's also so much to discover about the science (like trauma can be passed throughout generations in our genes, etc.) behind the diagnosis. It's a really impactful read. 4.5 stars.

I don’t have the words yet to describe what reading this memoir meant to me and how it made me feel, but if you are someone who struggles with or loves someone who struggles with complex PTSD read this book.

This is one of those books that will stay with you for a long, long time. Foo takes her experience with trauma and healing, both very nuanced & hard to articular things, and splays it out across the pages with grace, vulnerability, humor, and compassion. Sharing her journey with us like we're friends sitting together on a couch, late at night; I wanted to cry with her, rage with her, and hope with her. Most of all, this book does give hope. I am incredibly glad I stumbled across this book. There are significant content warnings here, so please proceed carefully. Foo details her own childhood abuse in Part One, (physical, emotional, and mental) and touches on the abuse others have suffered later on in the book. This may be a book you take slowly & carefully, but it so so worth it.