Fight, Flight, and Freeze: What we still misunderstand about survival

Thirty-three years ago, a man attacked and raped me. I froze. I froze during the attack. I even froze as I saw the attack coming in slow motion. I invested a lot in self-blame after that attack. I completely devoted myself to becoming a fighter. I trained martial arts for twenty-five years. I was flipped,… Continue reading Fight, Flight, and Freeze: What we still misunderstand about survival