“Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we’ll ever do.” ~Brené Brown
I was excited to write a piece about the legacy of trauma a few months ago. It would be a great way to share how little we actually know about the so-called injuries that affect the mind, the body and the spirit.
I thought a piece about this subject would help me and others. I’d suffered long and hard from PTSD, triggered initially by the sudden death of my brother and, simultaneously, the unfortunate finding of an email that confirmed that my husband of twenty-five years was having an affair with a girl half his age who lived in Germany.
Little did I know that after broaching this idea on an article that explored how trauma manifests itself in intense physical, perceptual, and emotional reactions to everyday things, I would experience the absolute worst trauma imaginable since that fateful day when my world turned into a nightmare that didn’t end when I woke up.
You see, after three years of working virtually with a therapist who specialized in drug and alcohol addiction and trauma—a woman with a gentle English accent and passion for all four-legged creatures…
