Keep the past where it belongs!

Amen !! God Bless you Mary .... love all your posts. So very true.

very true.beautiful words choosen to describe

Once they did not know about PTSD--And as middle school moved in to high school, I was terrified, though I had no words for what to call the frequency of starting to tremble all over. It wan not a seizure, for I'd seen seizures at school, but my, "Broken Brother," a child injured at Mom's first hospital birth--deadly injured, and to see him turn fully blue and his body in the contortions of whole body seizure and my mother's scream to me, "Go get Howard," a neighbor with a truck, so I would run to where the men were working, and the good neighbor would come to find my baby brother pale, awake, and mother's beg for pardon. I'd never remember the ride home, the protective phenomena of, "Fight or flight," nature's protective activity between brain and body to allow us to function when we are functioning on automatic pilot, for reality is too painful to bear.// The older me so trauma filled from physical and mental anguish beyond the ordinary child developed a tremor, and no one understood it as anything but some kind of mental illness. I am the child to woman in, "Pinkhoneysuckle," and we can pray about it--We can throw dollars toa psychiatrist,but children born in to my circumstances have endured, "War," We've smelled gun powder, witnessed beatings of our siblings, taken beatings in endeavoring to save those more powerful than us far too often.// At age 68 it is unpredictable, does not happen as often, but I can still suddenly fill my body tremble, and other symptoms like chest pain from esophageal - spasms which mimics the pain of a heart attack--But the, "Shakes," are not God's will for us, and we are not weak or mentally disabled people. Kids have lost lives, for they felt they were not good enough to receive the strength God intended for them, or they would not be unable to control all of this shame which became as natural as breathing, for it is one's body and mind back in a room trying to tell an adult, "I'm not nervous!" I will pray that one day children will be so loved and protected that the post traumatic stress disorder--PTSD--will completely disappear from that which is normal, but until the day all children are born in to situations of love--We, "They," will endure the coping mechanism which becomes natures method of relieving the fear which had no name in the spring time of my life. "Pinkhoneysuckle," was written in hope that I would know that I was healed at last. That writing is what I had to undertake as God's talent I had yet to heal. I beg all who suffer to believe the suffering becomes less. You are loved beyond the tremulous burden of the past. That is God's message to us. "Amen"

So very true !! Just what I needed

Awesome words of wisdom dear soul sister Mirela. Thank you for your kindness.