I practically choked up reading Holly's kind cover note.
This is moment in time that marks a before and an after. My entire life trajectory changed because of this one moment. It took me two decades to be able write it.
Funnily enough, it was lying on the couch, broken by another bout of PTSD, listening to Krista Tippet's 2016 interview of Bessel van Der Kolk, that opened up this story. While listening to Bessel's calm voice, I suddenly found myself back in the car, back at this moment of time, reliving something I had steadfastly refused to revisit for decades.
And as I reached for my journal and frantically just started writing, letting the story pour out of me, I experienced a release that had eluded me for decades. It was exactly as Bessel described it: telling the story of this day - with a beginning, a middle, and an end - allowed me to get out of a terrifying repeating loop of feeling so trapped that I had not being willing to ever talk about this experience with anyone. Not even my therapist.
I practically choked up reading Holly's kind cover note.
This is moment in time that marks a before and an after. My entire life trajectory changed because of this one moment. It took me two decades to be able write it.
Funnily enough, it was lying on the couch, broken by another bout of PTSD, listening to Krista Tippet's 2016 interview of Bessel van Der Kolk, that opened up this story. While listening to Bessel's calm voice, I suddenly found myself back in the car, back at this moment of time, reliving something I had steadfastly refused to revisit for decades.
And as I reached for my journal and frantically just started writing, letting the story pour out of me, I experienced a release that had eluded me for decades. It was exactly as Bessel described it: telling the story of this day - with a beginning, a middle, and an end - allowed me to get out of a terrifying repeating loop of feeling so trapped that I had not being willing to ever talk about this experience with anyone. Not even my therapist.