Miraculously, the overwhelming pain of his brutal death was washed away by a monsoon of tears. George! How I wished back then for someone who felt as safe and comforting as him. When I was 29, I was devastated when I saw my beautiful black Labrador, George, die under the wheels of a car. For decades, my tears dissolved my fear and confusion, and left me with a clear and hopeful sense of direction. I am often tickled by the irony that a good cry leaves me feeling stronger and more confident. Most of the silver linings that I discovered about my trauma appeared on the other side of grieving. I go on endlessly about grieving because it's brought me unparalleled relief. Milking Self-Kindness and Self-Protection out of Grieving As unfair as it often seems, recovering is ninety percent perspiration and ten percent inspiration. I use the words "practices" to emphasize that there are no fast fixes, singular solutions or final arrivals in CPTSD recovery. Thankfully the amount of time I need to dedicate to them has steadily decreased over the years. Here are the top ten practices of my ongoing recovery. As I wrote in Complex PTSD, I think there are many keys. Many readers write to me asking about the key to CPTSD recovery.
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