The Thunder Rolls
“Trauma is personal. It does not disappear if it is not validated.
When it is ignored or invalidated the silent screams continue internally
heard only by the one held captive. When someone enters the pain and hears
the screams healing can begin.”
― Danielle Bernock, Emerging with Wings: A True Story of Lies, Pain, and the Love That Heals
And this…..11:45 pm and it all slowly stars to descend upon me like a searing napalm death throughout my mind and body. Each night it is the same familiar torment by way of body memories and flashbacks. The same ambulance calls of 20 years prior. The same horrific scenes, smells and sounds from former abusive relationships. The pounding words and actions of an adult’s abuse of power that scared the young teen so bad that now all that’s left of her is RAGE, and ironically, lots of jokes and laughter. The agonizing physical and emotional separation from the one who only became the vehicle, by which, that baby would enter the world still, somehow an inconvenience just for being born. All of this in a sense of organized confusion that’s been set on continual repeat.
I feel something changing in my soul that’s not comforting but more evil. Physically, all “systems” (no pun intended), were on some type of “Red Alert.” The wave of fear that also spreads systemically is met by a cold shiver all the way down my spine. As if I were in a standoff with my demons, I look it in the eye as if to say, “We Meet Again.” I felt like I was looking into the eyes of the devil himself. I was frozen with the fear of another night of flashbacks. I don’t move only to be enveloped by the sequential events that unfold every….single…night, and unfortunately, a lot of days. The torturous movie reel and flashes of scenes from another time and place would remind me of where and how I have both failed and survived.
The humiliation and dehumanizing mind games I still seem to wear as clothing in my own little crazy haven of distorted safety and love. The sting of being a verbal punching bag as some kind of demented sport riddles me like Swiss cheese. I don’t care if I die, I just want it to stop I repeatedly think. Suicide seems like a viable option until I imagine the tear filled eyes of my children and wife. You “white knuckle” these nights that are long and dark. Someone please stop this haunted fair ride you scream silently from deep within. Teens and adults worn down by years of this daily torment has left its mark on even the youngest of alters. The fierce guardians with a “no one goes in and no one comes out” stance leaves this community trapped by its on members. Only for those screams to silently falls on deaf ears once more.
Just before you cash in your chips and just fall where you once stood you hear from the dark recesses of your mind you remember……
“And one day when you’re scared and unsure of what to do….Pick the direction and just do the next right thing. You deserve the answers that are rightfully yours. And when you find them protect your heart.”
“Look at me and we’ll do this together, Charlie. What you do affects your entire team. Your team need you now! Dig deep and come on! And when you want to give up you just DONT.”
“Everything in life is a gift. It may not come with pretty wrapping
and a nice bow. But it’s still a gift.
“Feel your feelings and be safe.”
“Do not react when you are in your emotional mind. Find something to be used as a distraction. If you don’t have a train get creative. View your situation without judgment.”
Because some nights require your sharpest tools for immediate recall to use at a moment’s notice. Your mind and body has been trying to return to some form of homeostasis but the shaking continues. Your shirt damp with sweat need the help of a cold wash cloth to help with grounding. Some of images are now like dissipating like lightening from a summer storm. Your chest tight with anxiety very slowly starts to lessen. Another night of battle complete with me standing but tattered. Another night that your demons think that they win. And my response this very night was, “Oh you thought you won?!!! Watch this!!!!” Again I made it because I have the heart of a champion. “Charlie…you played your heart out tonight and made your team proud. Now take a rest.”
You catch a glimpse of the sun slowly beginning to emerge from the darkness. This very moment is what they told us to continue to fight for….another day to do something different.