Friday, October 30, 2020

Trauma

 

Everyone has a different experience and relationship with Trauma.

This is mine…

 

I have been thinking about Trauma recently. My own experience and that of others.

Trauma is hard to recover from, it takes time, as with every emotional hurt.

Sometimes I wish it would ‘hurry up’ so I could be ‘normal’ again.

Then I recall that my reaction that my Nanna Jo dying suddenly in a house fire is ‘normal’.

 

By working with and supporting clients, friends, and family I have started to learn more about how common, unique to each person and complex a thing is Trauma.

Trauma, I think, is developed to help us pause and acknowledge and process our pain.

When hard things happen, Trauma turns up.

For me, I had some physical symptoms, nausea, shakes, panic attacks, muscle tension causing migraines and vison disturbances, smoke sensitivity, sudden cramping of my uterus (part of PMDD having fun with me, it reacts to stress by tensing my uterus… bodies are strange and sometimes a bit self-destructive).

So, I went to my GP who specialises in women’s health. The first thing she asked me was “are you talking with anyone about this?” when I replied “mostly my boyfriend” she gently stated “No… I mean book in with your phycologist”.

She is an excellent and compassionate GP. She did not dismiss the physical symptoms due to my emotions. Sent me off for a blood test and checked my blood pressure. Turns out, like a lot of women I was iron deficient. 22/30 was low enough that I was asked to take supplements for three months. Good news, now it is almost at 30 (healthy range) so I just eat more iron rich food combined with upping my citrus intake.

Anyway… slowly I did start to feel better. I had an appointment with my phycologist, talked about it with close friends and family, received hugs and support, all the good stuff.

Fire Training… was deeply triggering. I was so thankyou for my understanding and kind Chaplin at work who stood with me, talking softly in my ear, seeing me few the panic and the flash backs that made me cry convulsively afterwards. I love her for that. I was so very relieved that I had already told her what had happened, so she intuitively stood with me.  

If you are recovering from Trauma know that I would always be willing to stand by you, to be your support person, to hold you while you cry and listen as you talk it out. I had people to do that for me and I would not consider myself in recovery now if they had not been there for me during this time. I found a helpful phrase during Fire Training was “it’s not the same fire” and then, with instruction, I extinguished the flame. Pick a phrase if you find it helpful, and people you can talk to. Face your fear and seek advice from health care professionals. They help a lot. I saw GP, Physio, and Phycologist. Who is on your team?

The most important thing is to have people you can talk to, fall apart in front of without feeling self-conscious. This is important. Find your people. People who have been where you are and can genuinely tell you ‘it’s going to suck for a while… then it really does get better’

So, to my health care team, to my close friends, to my family, my boyfriend, and the Chaplin at work and my colleagues and parents of my clients…

THANKYOU!

May everyone be as blessed as I am to have people in their lives that they can be comfortable enough to be real with and receive deep support from.

You guys are wonderful.

Sunday, September 6, 2020

"Sorry"

 

“Sorry” used too little…

“Sorry” I am upset and showing it.

“Sorry” I bumped into you, in your way.

Women (and others) do these apologies a lot.

 

“Sorry” too little used…

“Sorry” It was my fault; how can I help?

“Sorry” I will try to do better and need some help.

Men (and others) could do this more.

 

“Sorry” can mean so many things.

“Sorry” has a reason behind it.

“Sorry” is used when quite a lot or little is felt.

Every person, whoever they are, can rethink the use of this word.  

Sunday, August 30, 2020

COVID 19 Rains

 COVID 19 Rains

Why do you threaten us so? Why must we hide from each other? Why does ours and other's physical health take priority? 

Friends when and how and can we meet again? Friends how best can I care for you? Friends will we forget one another?

Work when will requirements stop fluctuating? Work why do you have to be so dreadfully daunting? Work I understand that I am obligated to go to you, but sometimes, I really don't want to, who does?

Family how do we show our love? Family grief is so much more complex, isn't it? Family who am I allowed to hug?

Flooding questions, information to remember and process, and concerns keep coming in. Flooding feelings for others and our own on top of those. Flooding COVID 19 on all of us. 

Downpour on all... don't forget your umbrella and take a spare for a friend or two. As we walk through all this together…  

'My times are in your hands, Lord.' Psalm 31:15

Saturday, July 18, 2020

A friend named Grief

Grief is different for everyone
Grief is shaped by why it has come
Grief is nesscessary to allow for healing.
Grief can hurt without limit.
Grief takes awhile to get used to.
Grief can be there as long as is needed.
Grief takes sometime to befriend.

Grief, I was avoiding, dreading your arrival.
But now I see you, standing before me.
You hurt me to repair me.
Like a dislocated limb being put back in place.
There is a sudden jolt of the bone, as it is put back in.
The people around me help me to go through the motions.

The dislocation will have always happened.
Yet with it, my strength has grown as love is shown.
At one time or another, we have all known you Grief.
So we are there for oneanother, through your visits.
If we did not experiance and learn to accept your presence...
We would not be full human beings.
Even Jesus wept. Fully God and fully man, he wept.

Together we can learn to say the words:
'Thanks for coming Grief. I know you better now.
Untill we meet again...'

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Where is strength?


A single parent working and raising a child.
A nurse saying ‘yes’ to a night shift, heart in.
A person working a job they hate, to support others.
A client being honest, asking for more support.
A partnership working through challenges together.
A person experiencing mental or physical illness, working through the day.

In all these things, there is strength within.
But… sometimes we need the strength of others.
It takes all the strength we have left to ask.
To admit that you need support from others.
Accepting that hand, that arm, that great big hug.
But do not hesitate … and ask without shame.

For me it means asking for time off.
To admit that I need others, like we all do.
Talking honestly, listening openly, knowing that I am okay.
Recognising when, it is time, to book that professional.
Of course, God turns my weakness into strength.
He does not need me to be everything, do everything.

In this there is reassurance… here… in his strength I can rest.


Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Nanna Jo

Dedication: Nanna Jo we will miss you untill we meet again.

I don't want to through greif again.
Yet here I am in the mist of it.
It's past 1am and my head is too full to sleep.

But every now and then...
I do something good.
I read my bible like you would.

No matter your faults.
You would turn to God your Father.
To ask for his guidence and forgiveness.

Nanna Jo, you had a great big heart.
Not always right, not always wroung.
You were all in... see you again in heaven.

Love you always,
Meg.

1 Thessalonians 4:13- 14 (NLV) 
"And now, dear brothers and sisters, we want you to know what will happen to the belivers who have died so that you will not grieve like those who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and was raised to life again, we also believe that when Jesus returns, God will bring with him the beleivers who have died."

Thursday, April 16, 2020

The Disciples

The Disciples
Here they wait on Easter Saturday.
They are huddled together in silence.
What will happen next?

They question in the darkness.
Will he rise? Really?
Did he really say, 'I will rise in three days'?

But that was the devil whispering.
Like he did many a time before.
Yet this time he is whimpering.

If you listen, you hear him.
As he is slowly crushed by the foot of the one above him.
We stand and sit in awe of Jesus, the one who will crush the devil.

Jesus... the one who rose again.
The one who keeps his promises.
So, it will be as God promised in the beginning.

As it says in Genesis 3:15
'he will crush your head and
you will strike his heal.'

'Really?' is not going to convince God's people.
We stand or sit together, virtually, or otherwise.
Believing that our Lord Jesus will return.

We fight together, in his name.
Each time we love and trust God, we see you.
As the powerless worm you are.

We all know that God has a plan.
One day he will return and make all anew.
He will BOOM! You can only whisper.