Triggers “unchecked anger is dangerous, I know first hand”   

*my post from 2014*

On my way to my last therapy appointment in St Louis.   If you have PTSD you know that the events of the last week have created a crisis for us. We are dealing with all the crap that comes up in our minds, bodies and spirit. Anxiety, anger, hyper vigilance, easily startled, insomnia, flash backs, irritability  and for some we  can get stuck in the past and respond to the world as if events from the past are actually happening. This is traumatizing for us all, but some are not their normal selves.  I have been trying to stay away because it touches a place in me that I have a hard time coming back from.  “unchecked anger is dangerous, I know first hand.  

Unapologetically feeling (TherapyWorks) 

​Therapy is not an eraser. You don’t come out on the other side perfect. Therapy gives you understanding about self. When you learn new coping skills they MUST BE PRACTICED. Therapy helped me to be able to talk about what happened without it taking me under for weeks. The past still rears it’s ugly head but the difference is, now after therapy I use my tools that I learned work for me. I bounce back in minutes or hours but not days anymore. I honor my feelings and never apologize for having them. 

#TherapyWorks #Iamhappy 

#153 lbs

#153lbs
6 years ago I started a journey to physical and psychological health. I quit smoking, lost 77 pounds so far and went back to College.
I started walking at least 2 miles four or five times a week. I recently quit sugar. No more Percocet pain pills and I use the Sun Rays to get rid of morning stiffness. Moving to Phoenix AZ has improved the quality of my life tremendously.
The most important changes have been my 3 1/2 year commitment to Therapy. Because of therapy my past wont ruin my future.  Because of therapy I can do anything.  There is no stopping me.  I AM LIVING MY DREAM of becoming a Business woman doing exactly what God called me to do with my life.

#GodSaidWrite #ToGodBeTheGlory
#TherapyWorks #miracleshappeneveryday

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Healer heal thyself

Even when I am mess I still put on my vest with a “S” on my chest, cause I’m a SUPERWOMAN. It amazes me how I can encourage and motivate others when my heart is filled with tears. Today is one of those days when I just want to go back to bed and party with pity all by myself. But I know that is just a feeling. I am not my feelings and crying releases endorphins. God gave us a wondrous gift of tears to cleanse our souls of the negative energy from fear and doubt. It has been said that FEAR is False Evidence Appearing Real. After a good cry I ALWAYS feel better. I can see clearly and the pain is gone after a good cry.
Call me a cry baby if you want, but I praise God for giving me my own personal windshield wipers in the form of tears. I am able to go on with my calling to help heal others that cross my path with encouraging energy. My smile or a kind word starts a chain reaction that can travel around the world. Now that is a SUPERWOMAN POWER. 9e8d5713f9a890f00f9586e9c7054481

Core Beliefs “dichotomies”

Thank God I am not my feelings.

I realized in therapy that one of my core beliefs was “I am not safe”. I am grateful for awareness and the ability to change that belief to “I am always protected by God’s Love. Always.

Cognitively I know that I am safe but if triggered I feel as if my life is at stake.  Before therapy I would run.  After therapy I can use my tools, like grounding, walking, talking, dancing or asking for help when all else fails.  Praying and going to church are the most effective when strongholds are at play.

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“crazy” woman talking (a personal trigger)

Calling someone crazy is the lowest of the low digs that an emotional antagonist uses to dismiss and discount someone with mental illness.  We with mental illness struggle to not feel, think, or appear crazy. It hurts worse when it comes from someone that has first hand knowledge of your struggle to overcome the stigma of mental illness.

Calling someone crazy is like throwing a dagger that lands in the middle of our heart and it stays there for days while we struggle to tell ourselves that we arenot crazy.

We are what happened to us.  We did not give ourselves P,T.S.D. or depression.

I have worked hard in therapy to undo what has been done unto me and to call me crazy invalidates every thing I have sacrificed to be make myself whole.

Calling me crazy triggers me to a place that is hard to return.  The spirits of the past are all too willing to remind me of what happened to me.  I have to fight to keep from falling into the deep hole of depression.

In the past it took me weeks, even months to return to a place of peace where I control the thoughts and images that enter my mind.  I mean, really?, do people really think  I enjoy this shit?  I isolate because I am bruised and cant stand for anyone to look at me feeling defeated.   I want to disappear and not have to deal with the exhaustion of fighting an invisible enemy.

Depression

I feel it licking at my heels

it pulls and laughs at me

challenging me

I have to dig deep

pull out what God has given me for this storm

God can you hear me

as I scream from the depth of my soul

no sound

bound

it is grabbing my ankles

its slithers up my legs

when it reaches my heart

I am full

I burst when it reaches my mind

I sling slander in my path

so you wont hinder my form of descent

into the pits of hell

depression says

sunshine blue skies seem so far a way

But God, when I reach my lowest

the light is waiting

it holds me

it consoles me

I breath in the energy

I need to make this reappearance sweet

I retreat

the light of love

heals me with relief

I remember

whose I am

free

breath

peace

by mozayik “the souls’ poet”