When Trauma is a Reaction not a Memory

When I broke and subsequently began therapy
little did I know the journey it would take me
Almost. Fifteen. Years.
to get to this point where I can say
I am ok
I think….
I can do this myself

The day I remember breaking was Friday 28th 2011
I was actually, very probably, breaking for a long long time prior to this
But it was the pivotal date
The ‘mouse who sank the boat’ point
I googled that date today
it returned with the Friday of Anger,”
How appropriate
So many years of bottled anger
exploded that day

The actual historical events,
The traumas I have experienced
Are not the actual stumbling blocks anymore
Yes they happened
And I survived them
But it is the imprints left by those events on my mind, body, and brain
It is those imprints that I deal with
Every moment
of every day

It is the recognition of those imprints
that I have been learning about
that I have been working with
that I have been healing from

Imprints of trauma
are reactions
that kick you out of the blue
when you are least expecting them
Your body holds trauma memory
and that body memory is what creates the reactions

Learning to control those reactions
is difficult
but not impossible
From processing them
comes understanding
and from the understanding
comes more processing
and after many cycles of the above
comes healing

There are so many therapies out there
and none are a blueprint to fix all
You have to walk a journey,
an exploration
to find out what works for you
what helps reeducate your brain, your body and your mind

Personally I have avoided the drug realm
they are not for me
I have tried many other psychotherapies
some are effectual
others are not so much
and others are absolutely not me

Where am I at now?
after nearly 15 years….

I am not healed
I am still healing
I continue avoidance
but it is a choice now
not a negative reaction
I set boundaries
not so much out of fear now
but as healthy protection

I can acknowledge the shadows
But I don’t focus on them

I can see the joy in moments
I’ve stopped searching darknesses

I can focus on cars on the highway
and I try not to see impending doom
This has been my hardest trauma reaction to heal
but I am progressing…

I try not to fixate on rain clouds
They disappear in moments
The sun is always behind them
I just have to remember to let it shine


“We have learned that trauma is not just an event that took place sometime in the past; it is also the imprint left by that experience on mind, brain, and body. This imprint has ongoing consequences for how the human organism manages to survive in the present. Trauma results in a fundamental reorganization of the way mind and brain manage perceptions. It changes not only how we think and what we think about, but also our very capacity to think.”
― Bessel A. van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma

Eulogium

I have been sitting in funerals recently
Too many actually

But they have lead me to ponder
What would my family’s eulogy be for me

I certainly don’t want glorification
I know I am not, and have not, been perfect in any way
I want truth
Not some pontification of marvellousness
But I also would like to hear from them
Before I am gone
That would be way more preferable
Than regretful one-sided graveside conversations

I know I have been a parent that was the product of her parents,
and the parents before them
I know that a lot of my actions have been born from my early traumas
I know that I was a pretty shit parent
I also know I was a pretty damn good one as well
I know that I can’t go back
I can’t undo what has been done
Conundrums of parenting 101
I can only lay my heart open
And apologise for being a mother in training
Muddling along
Doing the best I could

In hind site it might not be the best of what I could give now
But it was the best of me back then

Is this a product of ‘old age’
That we ponder our past and our failings
Go down rabbit holes of the ‘what ifs’
What if I had done that differently
What if I had been a better parent
What if I had said that differently
What if I had done more, given more, been more

But what about our successes, our joys, our positive impacts
Why don’t we address them
I am sure they far outweigh the ‘what ifs’

It would indeed be most intriguing
To survey the ones I have raised
And ask them their memories
Of their mother
Would they immediately give you their negatives
Or
Would they in their adult years
Show some grace of understanding
That as a parent
We do the best
With what we have
At the time
And deliver some heartwarming musings of their childhoods

Coming back

Such a long absence from here
No insightful scribblings
For a while
Life has been overwhelmingly overwhelmed
But
I am back
With a head full of whirling thoughts
So much has happened
So many conversations
Trying to keep my brain clear and my head on straight
In amongst the swirl of the world

There has been too much death and dying in my world lately
But in amongst it all there has been so many wonderful new lights
New connections
And
Inspiring and challenging conversations

Life is good
Even when it is not so good
There is always flowers along the way
That help the cloudy days be not so unbearable