Walking with Trauma
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Walking with trauma
Categoría: Her friend the Lord
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She sat frozen after another event. The only sensory perception available was auditory. She could hear the pleading. “Please remember”. “I can keep you if you remember.” “We can be together.” “You can help me.” There was no comprehension. What was she being asked? There was only bewilderment and ignorance. Something was a stake. Some…
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After going through years of education on her constant companions, she found herself monitoring her daily actions. She naively presupposed that once these were identified, they could be easily be substituted or even dismissed. Knowledge had been essential in the early days. There was plenty of joy in learning, for it was a requisite…
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She was the center of attention. Discussions and conflicts surrounded her. She knew they were discussing her options. Lifetime choices with dreadful consequences, but no one accounted for her. No one even considered the importance of her role. She sat in silence. On one side there was possession and control. On the other side, there…
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There she was…watching the past. If someone had mentioned this a year ago her answer would have been a definite and vociferous, NO. She had established a plan, found allies who helped her pray for wisdom, and made firm decisions. The shield of the Lord was upon her, and all she needed was to stand…
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Volviendo Atrás Hace meses que el Señor está hablando. Ha estado diciendo que ya es tiempo. Las primeras señales vinieron cuando llegó a la sexta década. La estadía en el hospital disminuyó su nivel de estrés y tuvo tiempo para leer, meditar y analizar. Esto le hizo enfrentar sus limitaciones. El volver…
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Mientras contempla sus llagas Llevaba semanas disfrutando los días de verano. Caminando en el parque, bromeando con amigos, ensenando clases bíblicas, estudiando, y trabajando. Se imaginaba que todo estaba bien, pues se había acostumbrado a no prestar mucha atención. Pero al despertar esa mañana sintió esa sensación usual. Era como si algo la amenazaba,…
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Dissociation has been part of her identity since early childhood. She was never able to see it as a behavior. It was just a fact of being who she was. When unable to tolerate life’s threating behaviors, highly emotional stress events, or physical harm, she would dissociate. So, you may ask what is dissociation. Dissociation…
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For weeks, she had been enjoying her days walking, laughing, teaching, learning, and working. She made herself believed all was well. She had grown accustomed not to take notice. However, when she woke that morning, dread and apprehension welcomed her. She knew the time was coming. Her deepest desire was for all to disappear. She…
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