Trauma. It sounds like an alarmist word. Until you find that it’s exactly the right word to describe what you’ve been through. You didn’t know it at the time, because you were a child and the adults in your life were telling you this was normal. That you had a good life. That you were just overreacting. It was probably just those teenage hormones lying to you about how bad things were. But hormones don’t lie. People do.

And children grow up and start remembering. Often not in clear memories, but in physical responses to situations bearing resemblance to what you went through. That part of your brain remembers, and it’s trying to protect you. Don’t ignore it. Get help. Because while the danger is no longer out there,  it is now within you, internalized and threatening to repeat all the same behaviors that were normalized for you growing up. The rage attacks, the love bombing, the blame shifting, the gaslighting, the confusing and conflicting messages. You’ve got to end the cycle. Work on you. You are the only one you have control over.

All these terms, these are buzzwords. But what they are to me are light bulbs and with them someone finally turned the lights on when I’ve been stumbling around in the dark for years, decades even. The lights are on and now I’m standing in this maze and trying to find my way out. It’s not easy. But I have  cheerleaders, faithful supporters standing to the side shouting directions, whispering life giving encouragement. I’m going to get out of this maze. I must. I am a trauma survivor.

All of that I wrote, previously. But I feel it needs a little more explanation. See I’ve been living in a constant state of anxiety for as long as I can remember. And late last year I discovered that wasn’t normal. The racing heartbeat, the tremors, the cold sweats, the nightmares, the panic attacks. These were symptoms of complex ptsd. I sought help from a trauma therapist back in November and I’ve been seeing her ever since. Twice a week, sometimes three, to work through and properly process the trauma I’ve lived through. My therapist uses a method called EMDR, eye movement desensitization and reprocessing, and it’s fascinating. I had stumbled across it while doing my initial research into what I was experiencing and it’s turned out to be exactly what I needed. Because traditional talk therapy is difficult when you have trouble with your memory. I won’t go in to the specifics of it, because you can look it up for yourself, but I will say it has worked it’s magic rather quickly. In four short months I am far less triggered by every day stressors. I’m finding it easier to relax my shoulders. I’m sleeping through the night (most of the time). The nightmares have waned considerably. I’m getting better at responding as opposed to reacting.

So we’ve stopped the bleeding, so to speak, but I still have a lot of healing to do. My mind is still replaying toxic messaging, I’m still doubting my every decision, my self-worth. I’m still desperately seeking validation every where I go. But I am on the mend, I’m getting the help, and that’s what matters most.

This is a big reason why I have not posted here on the blog since January. Other reasons are related to my physical health. Some of it covid related, some of it related to being a pre-menopausal woman. I think I’ve been anemic for some time, who knows how long it’s been building, but it ended with a trip to the ER the day after my birthday and my first ever blood transfusion, hurray! So I’m seeing doctors, I’m taking medications, I’m on the mend. However, this has all wreaked havoc on my energy levels and my ability to run, which *KILLS* my pride and frustrates me to no end, but I’m trying to remember this is just a season and it won’t last forever. I will get back to running, and I’ll update y’all when that happens (which I hope will be soon, since I have races on the calendar calling my name).