May 5, 2021
Up for reblogging today is yet another foray into the history of Sheryl.
With all the work I’ve been doing on trauma, it’s good to delve back into “the why” of it. It’s also good to remember, as I said in yesterday’s post about the new Oprah (and Dr. Perry) book, that trauma is subjective.
In my case, it’s also cumulative. It began when I was an infant and I have weaved in and out of traumatic experiences since. It is, I’m afraid, the human experience. I wonder how many people say they’ve never suffered a trauma? A little look-see on Google tells me only 30 percent in the US! That means that 70% – 7 out of 10 – the vast majority – of people in the US have had some type of trauma in their lives. That’s a whole WHACK of folks. Interesting, don’t you think?
Below you will find a post from early February 2018. My how times (haven’t) changed! Or maybe they HAVE! I have, after all, kept this blog. I’m not dead. My daughter is cancer-free. My grandson is doing well. Time is just doing what it does… creeping (or speeding) along.
Life. Everything feels so vitally important as it’s happening. Some of it is, of course. But some? Not in the least. Nope. Not in the least.
“Humans are pattern-seeking story-telling animals, and we are quite adept at telling stories about patterns, whether they exist or not.” Michael Shermer
My very first blog post was written on January 1, 2013, on my blog called Gratitude Zone. I picked a beautiful photo I’d taken of a pathway meandering around the lake. I knew that I wanted to focus on gratitude, hence the name. Der, right?
With the benefit of hindsight, I now realize that 2013 was the “year between”. Between what? Let me tell you.
In 2011, my (then) 26 yr. old son (with autism) drove off a cliff. On purpose. There’s a long story surrounding it and now is not the time to revisit it. Also, I feel that the story is mostly his to tell, although as his mother, I have my place in it, too, as all mothers would understand. (And upon second thought…
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