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Flashbacks. And Why it Still Hurts as Bad.

Apparently actually achieving this is super hard. (Image by Author.)

Let’s say you’re a soldier. I’m thinking of WWII, the Ardennes Forest in France, and the Battle of the Bulge — snowy, cold, Christmas time. Nazi shelling killed the rest of your squad, but you survived. You were just “lucky.” You go to a hospital where you are sedated, sleep a long time, then go back home to your family in The States. You get married, make babies, have a career. The American Dream.

You may do OK. But how would snow be different for you? Maybe you loved it as a kid, but as an adult it’s always associated in your mind with your squad that day in the Ardennes forest. People may even comment on it. “You used to love snow!” Or, “The kids really want you to take them sledding.” “It’s just a little snow!” How do you think you’d react? What if a friend asked you hunting in the snow? Gun fire in the snow in the forest? Even fireworks. How’d that work out?

If you’re thinking, yeah they make movies about this stuff. Wounded warrior. Guy comes back, can’t adjust, drinks, maybe gets violent, won’t do certain things. And…he has flashbacks.

What really is a flashback? Sometimes it’s pictured as a visual hallucination in a dream. But it’s more than that. How does the person having the dream wake up? They’re in a pool of sweat, screaming, starting up from bed. That’s because flashbacks have more to do with a bodily response to something that triggers their emotional, raw, as it happened memory.

In The Body Keeps the Score by Dr. Bessel Van Der Kolk, he explains the parts of the brain and glands that cause this. But he says the underlying issue is basically this: our brains evolve in the womb as they did in our evolution. At the bottom is the Lizard Brain coming into the base of our heads. That detects threats, and controls other survival mechanisms. Above that is the warm-blooded Mammal Brain. This deals with the emotions a step beyond flight, fight, freeze. On top of that I’ll just call our Big Dumb Ape Brain that deals with reason and logic.

You know when you have an immediate, Lizard Brain moment. Say you’re out walking and a car is speeding towards you, and you roll out of the way like you’re Tom Cruise doing his own stunts. You probably don’t even remember anything going through your head. You just acted. That is the Lizard Brain in action. The emotions you have a short while later is your Mammal Brain letting out all the variety of feels. And, up the information eventually goes to the Big Dumb Ape Brain to the centers of logic etc, where you say, “Whew! That was lucky!” And you go for a walk the next day.

Now let’s say you watched that happen to another pedestrian. And they were hurt or worse. You were helpless to do anything to help them. You might feel about walking as our hypothetical solider does about snow.

So, what’s the difference? Why can you move on in the case where you were able to get away, and not in the one where you were helpless to do anything? Because you were helpless. Your mind wants to restore the house to order, send things up the brain chain, but your Lizard Brain is like, “No. I’m going to keep pumping out adrenaline until this is over.” You can’t fight your dead comrades back to life. You can’t run for safety. You can’t save anyone. So there you are. Stuck between fight and flight.

That is why the body reacts with all sorts of strange chemical signals when you have been helpless. Reminders immediately call up that moment as it happened while you were helpless. And that’s why you don’t want to go for a walk, and even the thought of snow or fireworks or guns triggers a physical reenactment of the original event. This is the essence of Trauma. You’re stuck in Lizard Brain when you need to move things up along to the emotional and then rational mind, where you put things in perspective

This sort of powerless experience, not to mention the related shame, sense of constantly being on the edge of certain doom, will eclipse your life. Some folks become addicts: to video games, to gambling, food, drugs and alcohol, violence, self-harm, porn, suicide, and XTREME sports.Β  These things both numb the emotional discomfort and cause health, social and family problems. If you’re constantly on edge, how can you keep from emotional outbursts even with the people you love? This is not an excuse to behave badly, it’s just an explanation of what is happening.

So, how to begin to let ourselves feel our feelings without acting out, hurting others, and fueling our own unhappiness? How do we calm down that Lizard Brain and begin to heal?

Obviously, a good trauma informed therapist is helpful, but not always accessible. Although the Y does offer trauma informed counseling, and there are groups if that is your thing. Medication may be helpful to establish a stronger mental foundation to work on. But I wouldn’t recommend medication without a therapist, if you can help it. And the larger your village of choice and support, the better.

In the meantime though, I can suggest some very simple practices and essential messages to get through to yourself. You need to learn to feel physically safe in your own body. You need to learn that you’re OK. You’re not embarrassing. You are no less worthy than any other human being. Everybody does dumb stuff. You’re fine. You’re totally fine. There’s no shame in your feelings or in what you couldn’t prevent or stop. And there is zero shame if you acted out that sense of unworthiness, lack of safety, numbing, and powerlessness for a long time.

You can talk or write about these feelings. You can write about stuff that you are afraid of or resent then set it on fire. You can run or shake or dance it out. Exercise like yoga. A walk outside, especially near nature. Anything to get you out if your brain and into your body.

But here is one simple practice I can recommend. It helps me feel in the present moment, to remove myself from whatever is troubling me, and try to gain that perspective I wasn’t able to process in helpless moments.

Get comfy, lying down or sitting. Back straight but relaxed.  Close your eyes. Take in a few deep breaths, hold for a second, then open your jaw and sigh that air slowly out. Do that a few times. Roll your shoulders down and back your rib cage and away from your ears. Notice where you are. Are there any sounds? If there are too many, can you listen for the silences? Relax the muscles in your face and scalp. Keep breathing rhythmically. Just let your body take over. As you breathe, feel into your feet your toes, your legs, stomach, hips, back, chest, shoulders, arms, hands, neck, and back to the top of your head. Feel where your weight touches the floor or surface. Notice the textures, the feel of the air, the smell. And continue to use your breath to sense and relax your body. If thoughts and emotions arrive, pay them attention, ask what they want to tell you, thank them and let them go. And just keep repeating this until you feel a little separation between yourself and the thoughts and emotions.

That is the beginning of peace and healing. That plus a routine of basic self-care. Learning to feel OK, safe, and even good in your body. Shedding shame and replacing it with self-love and compassion. It may only be the start of your journey,Β  but it helps me. I mean, bully for you if you’ve made it anywhere in life without confronting some helplessness that reappears as demons. But for those of us who do, understanding is the key to undoing the damage to your mind and body. I hope this helps.

Namaste you survival, warrior legends!

– JL βœŒπŸΌπŸ’šπŸ’πŸ« 

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Meditation to Soothe Physical Pain

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We often think of kindness as something we extend to others to soothe their mental or physical suffering, and to help restore their sense of well-being and happiness. But we generally don’t consider the equal power of being kind to ourselves. In fact, we are normally the last person we consider being kind to. Imagine being able to soothe yourself and your own pain. Wouldn’t you then become a kinder person overall?

I have recurring headaches that can last for days due to a neck injury. What I have learned from meditating with my own physical pain is that pain comes in two forms. The first is the actual pain itself, whether from sickness, a chronic condition, or injury. The other part of pain is the mental and emotional distress we experience. Everyone naturally has an aversion to pain. We may fear the pain or its recurrence, try to push it from our minds, or use unhealthy responses such as numbing pain with alcohol.

In mindfulness meditation we attempt to connect with what is now. Usually we use the breath to connect our physical body and mind to the present moment. Noticing what exists right now for us.

This is the first step to healing through meditation. Although the process can take many forms, first we must be present and tuned into how we are.

This process is accompanied with detachment from our own judgement and a sense of curiosity. For me this would mean lying down on my bed or on a mat, making sure I was comfortable and warm, and noticing my breath. Is it shallow? Can I breathe more deeply? Can I lengthen my breaths?

The next step, would be to scan the body for tightness, pain, or whatever is present. It helps me to imagine I’m examining something besides myself, to be somewhat detached. Once the area of pain is noted, we do something very strange.

We don’t try to fix it. We let ourselves feel that pain. Build a mental image of it, let it grow, feel what is going on in your body and mind in all its intensity. This is how we begin to acknowledge our pain and not push it down or fight it. We let ourselves truly feel it, and any associations that pain may have for us. We can even assign it names or describe it.

Once we have allowed ourselves to feel our pain and examined it, we can begin the process of relieving it. And this process is relaxation. There are different techniques, but I generally focus on a completely relaxing, beautiful, and stress-free visualization. You may imagine yourself floating in cool water, with the sun on your face, or whatever makes you feel relaxed. You can imagine a darkened room, with the smell of the sea drifting in on the breeze, revelling in the most comfortable bed and sheets and comforters. A cup of tea. Smells. Sensations.

Make your experience of relaxation as real as possible. Are there trees? What kind? Are they swaying in the wind? Maybe you have trouble imagining everything but can remember a feeling of complete relaxation in your life. Soak yourself in this experience of soothing relaxation.

You can set a timer with music or peaceful sounds, or you can follow a guided meditation. When you are ready, you may begin to feel yourself returning to your body after treating it to a sense of comfort and ease. Or you may fall asleep. It doesn’t matter.

What matters is how you feel when you come back into the present moment and your body. Can you feel a loosening? Perhaps a quiet or calm? What is your pain level now? Has it changed?

What you have done is not magic. You didn’t cure your illness, but you have removed the second element of physical pain, the avoidance and all the stress that comes when we push away negative feelings. We have listened to what our body is trying to tell us, to rest and to relax. We have felt our pain, and then shown ourselves kindness by giving comfort and ease to our body.

I practice this method with my headaches. I used to be so pain adverse that I wanted to pound my head against a wall to make them stop. I still feel that way. But through this meditation technique, I have been able to calm my screaming nerves, and given myself a break from the pain. Maybe enough to have a wonderful nap. Or to refresh myself before dinner. Before bed.

It doesn’t matter when or how or for how long you practice this method. What matters is that you have given your mind and body just a few moments of kindness. If we can make tea or be there for someone else in pain, why shouldn’t we tend to ourselves? By doing so, we can be better able to show up for others and for life.

If you’re interested in trying this type of meditation, you can search Spotify, your music or podcast platform, Google or YouTube for terms like “guided meditation for healing/pain” or “guided relaxation for pain.” All I can say is that this technique helps me, and hope you will try it and that it helps you be a bit kinder to yourself, learn to listen to your body, and soothe yourself for a better quality of life.

Namaste legends!

– JL βœŒπŸΌπŸ’šπŸ––πŸΌ

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Total Recall. Body Scans, Memories, and the Real You

Not that kind of body scan!

1990’s Total Recall, dir Paul Verhoeven is a mind-bending action film by one of the 80s-90s best action directors. Arnold Schwarzenegger plays a man in the future who works a boring job. He visits a business called Rekall that implants memories of vacations within your mind. Something seems to go wrong in the process, and suddenly Schwarzenegger’s character finds himself living the life of a spy, and on an adventure that has him questioning his own life, and wondering what is real.

I have been going through an admittedly less awesome version of Ahnold’s journey. But I’ve finally figured out some important things about myself. Some I have never connected, but still form the basis of this piece here. Of me.

I have always said I felt like my trauma begins around three or four years old. But I never considered asking why. Why not? I dunno. Traumatic memories are often repressed as a defense. But the only way to heal is to find those memories, see them with compassion, and reintegrate them into your story.

And so I was filling out the childhood section of a life story journal, and the question was what where I lived as a child was like. So, I described what I remembered of this old Swedish built house in South Jersey. The dock on the creek, the black goat that stood on the picnic table and scared me. The endless rows of tall green-leafed tomatoes in our garden. Watching my brother walk the long lane to the school bus from what I guess was standing in my crib, and waiting for him to come back. And then a new thing I had to be very careful with, love and take care of, a sister.

And then I paused because 3 or 4 is when we left that house. I was in a car with my sister. My brother wasn’t coming. Neither was Dad. My parents patched it up after a brief separation, but I guess that was enough to shake the security of a child aware enough that her family was breaking up. That she didn’t understand. She knew that her sister looked helpless and dazed. That Mom cried a lot. That Dad was still there sometimes. That brother was gone. That she wanted everyone to be happy.

I feel ya Maxell tape guy!

That realization blew my hair back. I think I stumbled a bit walking from my porch into the house after writing that. Remembering that. And realizing how much a part of myself still existed exactly in that moment of fear, confusion, and guilt. I felt I ought to do something. That it was my fault somehow. Whatever kids think when parents and families split. And for once, I felt compassion for that little girl. Her and her big smile and bigger cheeks. Piggy tails.

I had a really sour stomach and was depressed for about a week recently. It was in my stomach, and just below. It was where I was holding my pain. I kept thinking something terrible would happen. It already had.

My social media, including this blog, was recently scoured as leverage over Stan. The parties even wanted to tell me or have Stan tell me to take down a post. Well, Stan being wise and self-protective, convinced the individuals concerned that was a poor idea. It felt like being trapped by my evil tickle-uncle who called me “wop,” “greaseball,” “dago,” you get the idea. One day I learned the word “NAZI.” But it was a violation.

And then there was Friday. Was that only just last Friday? The day I realized I had less rights than before. That I was not considered equal under the Constitution. Well, if you’re speaking of the original, we don’t get a mention. Enslaved black males get 3/5ths. But, didn’t Jefferson say something about how one shouldn’t wear his childhood clothes as a man, and so we cannot predict what future needs may arise for the law to address? Anyway, all I know is it hurt.

All those realizations sort of gathered in my stomach, until a body scan meditation found them. Then I was able to drag them out, name them, feel them. But bye-bye!

Leave me alone, I’m only writing.

It was powerlessness. Feeling like I didn’t matter. Worse, my voice didn’t matter. And what is an artist without their instruments? One unhappy tummied artist, I can say that!

But accepting that these things are just kind of there is fine. The memories have less power. The feelings become unknotted. *Mumble mumble* year old me can handle and understand far more than 3 or 4 year old me could. And those feeling don’t need to control me. I have my power. I have my own sense of meaning. I am moving closer to a more authentic me by letting all the monsters out, one by one. It won’t all be so simple. But at least I know this is real life. Right? This is it, huh? For realz? I dunno but here’s OK. The real is OK. I am OK.

– JL βœŒπŸΌπŸ’™πŸ’›πŸ––πŸΌπŸŒˆ

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