Florida NASW Conference, Trauma, and Fear
“Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is.”
German Proverb
Bindu Wiles post yesterday was about fear. Bindu has been a breath of complicity in my blogosphere and I am very glad to have stumbled upon her writing, her story, and her 21.5.800 Challenge of which I am partaking. Bindu’s story is one of trauma, survival and a renewal of self through therapy, yoga, buddhism, writing and breath. Her story is emblematic of what I spoke about yesterday at the National Association of Social Worker’s Florida Conference and what has resonated in my own life story and recovery from trauma and PTSD–a restoration of breath and renewal of self by way of writing, yoga, and contemplative practices (buddhist, christian and yogic alike). The passion I bring to my work, my speaking about the work, and into my life is one of feeling dedication and onus to perpetuate the discourse on what, for me, has been profound healing in my own life story and the stories of the patients/clients I have treated implementing the very things that brought about change for myself and my life.
“Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is,” or so goes the German proverb above. I think this statement gets to the hear of Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). A primal fear, animal in nature, overcomes us when in a dangerous situation–our survival mechanism kicks in and tells us one of the following, ”Run, hide, fight, stop where you are” which translates to the built in mechanisms for fight, flight, freeze, submit. In danger we become like the deer in the wild, doing everything we can to survive. When PTSD is activated that survival response is locked in, “stuck” inside our body and brain and is not let go of when danger disappears. We are left a constant state of “danger” or “I am going to die.” Fear. We are in a constant state of danger/fear. Bindu’s post resonates with me because the pervasive fear of PTSD is so overwhelming and all-encompassing; something that logic cannot dissolve easily. The hair-trigger response to anything that resembles danger (often distorted by a high-alert PTSD brain) takes the traumatized person all the way to the feelings of “I am going to die” before the non-trauma brain could even assess the situation. PTSD brain doesn’t go from 0-100 in one second because in that “stuck” place it is already starting at 50 before even getting out of bed in the morning–high-alert is status-quo. And it is exhausting. I can tell you that from experience. Asleep is exhausting. Awake is exhausting. And every moment is living on the precipice of erupting with fear.
This is much of what I talked about yesterday at the conference as well as how yoga, creative arts, and animal-assisted therapies (equine, canine, and even dolphin) can have such profound healing properties for the PTSD brain and living experience. To me the combination of these elements combines the essential ingredients for the neurobiological issues of trauma and general brain “stuckness”. Yoga, mind/body practices, and breathwork help restore our self-regulating and self-soothing capacities, creative arts help to find an outlet for expression outside of talk, give empowerment, purpose, and competency in action to people often very broken by trauma, and animals, with their ability to be both intuitive and non-judgmental relationships for a trauma survivor who may not be able to bring themselves into interpersonal relationships due to trust, shame and fear. It was so interesting to me, as as I am always intrigued by the synchronicity of writing and happenstance, that while I was speaking about trauma and healing, Bindu was writing about her own plight in the fear of post-trauma, her intimate connection with her dog (an innately therapeutic relationship), and breath as restoration from out of a fear-infused moment. In two different contexts, but from the same origin, we were talking about the same things.
I thank Bindu, and other trauma survivors I have met, for her eloquent and open vocalization of her experience and her ability to bring her insight and her life practices in to play to combat trauma and PTSD. I continue to believe in the neuroplasticity of our brains–the ability of our brains to CHANGE. I believe in trauma survivors ability to heal. I believe in yoga, creative arts, and animals as amazing conduits to that healing. I believe in the power of speaking our own truths and how much vocalization can be a catalyst for change. I thank Bindu for her story and her post. As well as for her 21.5.800 Challenge which I think is an inspiration and a call for self-care and healing in itself. I thank all the wonderful participants at my workshop yesterday for their passions, enthusiasm, and the inspiration they brought me in the work they are doing, the dedication to their clients, and their openness to the creative explorations in therapy I was presenting to them.
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We are singing harmonious songs on 215800 aren’t we, beloved one?
I have had PTSD in the past and rarely even think of it, anymore, perhaps because of the work/play I have done creatively… and yet, also intriguing to me… one of the writing pieces I did this week included a note about a therapist to whom I “gave the boot” because she couldn’t understand my “stubborn insistence” in using a whole approach rather than a pharmacological approach.
I enjoy your words and am looking forward to checking out the cowgirl yoga post. Was in Montana almost a year ago and have had some heart tugs to visit again.
THANK YOU for inspiring me today… viva *215800!
Julie,
Thanks so much for your words and sharing a bit of your story. I am very much loving the inspiration of the 21.5.800 Challenge! It has given me some extra zest. I look forward to reading more of your journey on your blog. I am adoring all the wonderful and creative people (with such vast world and life experience) through this challenge. Thank you for stopping by and home to hear from you again.
Viva la 215800 indeed
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Teresa