I have spent the past few days reading research on trauma.
- How it affects us in every way- physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
- How our brains store memories of trauma and how our bodies remember even what our minds don’t.
This picture represents trauma to me. It was an accident. My rational mind knew that. But as soon as I saw the shattered mirror, my mind and body betrayed me. Suddenly my heart rate sped up and I broke out in a sweat. I was driving a friend’s vehicle and less than half a mile from having to tell her what had happened. In my mind, she was going to explode on me. I pulled into her driveway and found her standing outside. Nausea rose and my hands were shaking. I got out of her truck and braced myself as I told her about the bird which had hit her mirror as I drove along the bay. Her response? She simply said ok let’s get some tape. I expected and prepared for an explosion. There was a trauma place stored in my mind and body which caused me to expect the worst. What I received instead was grace. The tape that held this mirror in place also mended something in me. Well, that and the prayer my mentor gently led me through later that evening….
Father, I commit my pain into your loving hands and ask that the blood of Jesus go into every cell of trauma and bring healing. Remove every sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell associated with this trauma. Thank you for putting the cross between me and this trauma, healing the joy center of my brain and bringing every cell of my body into its original design and vibration no longer ruled by fear and terror, all low-level anxiety must go. In Jesus name. Amen.