But didn’t.<\/em><\/h3>\nWould we tell of the ones we saw ended by trauma on contact and right away?<\/p>\n
Would we honor the ones who lingered, decayed and were spirit stolen and soured by\u00a0depression-disease-addiction-despair-pain?<\/p>\n
Could we say how we miss those ones? How we needed – still need them now?<\/p>\n
Or envy them because they don’t have to live with nightmares, flashbacks or memories? We wish maybe we could be numb or drunk or doped up too. And how even that makes us feel guilty because\u00a0we\u00a0know we are lucky to be here.<\/p>\n
We just don’t feel lucky all the time.<\/p>\n
What if we remembered, respected and honored all of it?<\/p>\n
Ourselves and each other?<\/p>\n
Would those still struggling feel more hope if they knew that those who made it once hoped lighting would strike and kill the pain?<\/p>\n
Could we bear witness to despair and coming through?\u00a0How we say we survived sometimes despite ourselves even as we feared we would not?<\/p>\n
Could we be Brene Brown brave and viscerally vulnerable?<\/p>\n
I want to claim my instincts, strength and backbone. I want to admire your mind-boggling will to persevere?<\/p>\n
Can we own it and even celebrate a little?<\/p>\n
I see your eyes are cast down like your shoulders. I think you reading this don’t\u00a0believe the words. Are you too pained to trust even this. I get that.<\/p>\n
What if I said I still see confetti falling, hear music playing and pray for your spirit to soar.<\/p>\n
What if I said I’m glad you are making it. What if I promised someday it will be safe\u00a0enough to get back up\u00a0and let others love you.<\/p>\n
Or love yourself.<\/p>\n
“What you were will never be again.”<\/p>\n
Charles Bukowski said it. It’s true.<\/p>\n
But your scars and injuries will not scare everyone forever.<\/p>\n
Not even you.<\/p>\n
It’s grief that’s deep and real and raw.<\/p>\n
But what you are is so beautiful, meaningful and needed.<\/p>\n
Now!<\/p>\n
Can you trust that or even try to?<\/p>\n
Those who have walked where you are now know it’s hard. But possible.<\/p>\n
You can fall back in love with living and the dazzling self you are.<\/p>\n
Can you see-hear-feel us\u00a0cheering, roaring and on our feet for you?<\/p>\n
We know what you don’t.<\/p>\n
Someday you will feel pride not shame. You will marvel at your spirit and know the miracle moment when you know you overcame when peace doesn’t feel fake or fragile or temporary.<\/p>\n
But inside.<\/p>\n
You will know\u00a0you are not damaged or broken beyond repair.<\/p>\n
That feeling awful is just<\/em> a feeling.<\/p>\nA horrible and hard one.<\/p>\n
And it can change.<\/p>\n
Let’s say true things and be a lifeline to one another.<\/p>\n
We have to tell the truth. It’s the only thing worth building on. No\u00a0sugar flower bullshit or sing song sunshine when it’s raining inside. No platitudes. No lies.<\/p>\n
Rainbows will<\/em> return but it might be stormy for a long time.<\/p>\nKeep going.<\/p>\n
Hang on.<\/p>\n
Trauma tried to kill you.\u00a0It didn\u2019t. That alone makes you\u00a0all kinds of amazing.<\/p>\n
Trauma sucks hard and often. Trauma sucks. You don’t.<\/p>\n
If that’s you shaking your head and saying no way can someone get through this if they even knew half of what you’ve seen or felt or lived.<\/p>\n
Well then, you are who this is for.<\/p>\n
I know\u00a0I believed for so long that the best I could do was manage, gut it out and suffer with some grace.<\/p>\n
I gave up on happy or peace or love.<\/p>\n
I gave up on people and myself.<\/p>\n
And I was wrong. I was wrong about all of it. I love life and myself now.<\/p>\n
You might be wrong too.<\/p>\n
Someday you might feel and even say, “Congratulations fucking warrior – you have PTSD.”<\/p>\n
And you won’t feel pity or shame.<\/p>\n
None.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This is another love note to your nervous system for crisis times. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for weeks. Driving home the other day I thought about having been diagnosed with PTSD and the shock and shame I felt.\u00a0 I thought of subsequent visits to therapy, shrinks and all the times I got prescriptions […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2255,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
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