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Tuesday, July 6, 2021

The Body Keeps the Score- My Summary

Stuck in fight or flight

Adrenaline is one of the hormones that are critical in helping me fight back or flee in the face of danger. When something is triggering, a typical person will have heightened hormones and feelings and once the threat has left the typical person resumes to normal. People like me may experience this differently. For me, my body may continue to feel the threat despite my knowledge of knowing the threat is no longer a threat, aka denial.  My mind may ignore the emotional brain and its alarms, but my body certainly feels every ounce of panic and its hormones. My rational brain is unable to convince the emotional brain out of its own 'world' of reality. My body is living in the past, in trauma, in some other time than the here and now. Something to keep in mind as a side note: it is easier for me to talk about what has been done to me from a victim and revenge point of view than to notice, feel, and put into words the reality of my internal perspective and experience.

No mind without mindfulness

I experience overwhelming or unbearable sensations that hit me in the pit of my stomach, my chest gets tight and my brain gets spacey. I have tried to avoid feeling these sensations but I see that it increases my vulnerability to being overwhelmed by them. After all, that stuffing after Eric went to California without me caused a lot of mental, emotional, and physical stress. Through therapy and communication, I learned that address and feeling the emotions allows their significance to lessen. Practicing mindfulness calms down the sympathetic system and can prevent fight or flight sensations. How are particular thoughts registered in my body? "Eric loves me" thinking or telling myself that statement is processed and filed into my heart, in my chest. Being open to my thoughts and where I put them can offer a possibility of releasing sensations and impulses I once blocked in order to survive. "my mom abused me" is a thought, a sensation that I don't want to feel. I want to run from thinking about that, visiting experiences that validate that statement. I feel it registering in my gut.

Getting in touch

I absolutely love touch. It is one of my love languages. it is the most elementary tool that we have to calm down. Think of a baby or a child just wanting to be helped. That. Is. Me. Oftentimes, when I am really hurting inside, my inner self only wants Eric to cradle me and sway back and forth. Even thinking of this act can be powerful enough to give me traction on what is going on, other times it isn't enough but I am too embarrassed to ask for such a childish or awkward request as an adult. Between massage school and reading this section of the chapter, I do believe that different parts of our bodies are storage for different memories and experiences. As if there is a filing cabinet for every part of the body allowing any information to be stored in them. Touch lets me know I am safe, protected, and cared for. I often don't realize just how tense I am in a particular area until it is touched. Getting attention in a tense spot or not allows my body to be heard and cared for.

Taking Action

My body becomes a giant mess when I do not respond to the danger signals. When I am feeling the fight or flight, I tend to shut down and focus inward. I feel helpless and immobilized. "When that happens their hormones still are being pumped out, but the actions they're supposed to fuel are thwarted. Eventually, the activation patterns that were meant to promote coping are turned back against the organism and now keep fueling inappropriate fight/flight and freeze responses." To end this cycle I can acknowledge the fight/flight impulses my body is trying to make me do, I can reply to these impulses by twisting, turning, swaying back and forth. 

Medication

Medication is a temporary fix and band-aid. It does not set you up for success or teach long-lasting lessons of self-regulation.
I see that Paxil and Ativan were not only the wrong choice for me, but it was highly not okay for an adolescent of my age to be prescribed such strong and addictive drugs. Ativan is a tranquilizing drug. In many ways, it works like alcohol. This explains the extreme desire for them and the intense withdrawals I felt.
Paxil is a serotonin reuptake inhibitor. It basically makes feelings less intense and life more manageable as a result.  They are supposed to make you feel calmer and in control, less overwhelmed and enraged. Some patients feel they are losing their edge. Ativan also interferes with processing trauma. I wonder what my brain was trying to do with everything I had and was experiencing all while having a drug constantly blocking it, preventing it from doing its own process for healing and regulation. A study shows that Prozac is effective, but not as effective as patients that received EMDR for treatment. Cool.

The mind is a mosaic

We all have parts within us that create and act like a family called our Self-system. There should always be love and respect, each part should be nurtured and taken care of, each part allowed to be heard, seen, and wanted. Each part has different views, maturity, energy, wisdom, pain, and excitability. During trauma, our Self-system breaks down and causes split-offs resulting in these different parts. These parts are formed within us in an attempt to protect our inner Self.  For me, many of my parts became dissociated from one another. The anger is never appreciated and I try to repress it. Make it unknown, heard, and seen. It reminds me of my mother and I want nothing to do with it. This is where Internal Family Systems therapy comes to shine the light to encourage communication between the parts and healing as a result. 
"We all have parts that are childlike and fun. When we are abused, these are the parts that are hurt the most, and they become frozen, carrying the pain, terror, and betrayal of abuse. this burden makes them toxic, parts of ourselves that we need to deny at all costs." I think of my old lifestyle that was around 'country' living. The western wear, the cowboy boots, the big hair, the idea that tough girls don't cry, owning guns and regularly target practicing with them, country music, meat and potato diet, four-wheeling, hunting, fishing, rodeos, and more. These are all things that remind me of a life that I'd rather not remember. A life that brings up anger and angst deep within myself that I don't know how to let go of. My protectors keep the toxic parts away, but I can take on energy from my 'abuser', making me feel worse. Some of my categories of my parts: Critical (judgment of others, judgment of myself), perfectionism (if I'm perfect nothing bad will happen to me, if I'm perfect I will feel good enough and capable to manage anything that comes my way, behavior-based value), and emergency responders (impulsive, getaway, block, shutting down what comes my way). 

Mapping the electrical circuits of the brain

Most hyperactive and impulsive children have slower than normal electrical waves in their frontal lobes. This is also present in brains with ADHD. "Slow wavelengths explains why these kids have poor executive functioning, their rational brains lack proper control over their emotional brains, which also occurs when abuse and trauma have made the emotional centers hyper-alert to danger and organized for fight or flight." All of this makes me wonder if Eric has always had ADHD or if it was acquired by trauma and abuse, or if his ADHD was heightened due to trauma his little self encountered. 

Neurofeedback

Neurofeedback can assist in helping the brain to focus.
People with slower frontal lobes also have a tendency for having learning disabilities. They spoke of a woman who had an auditory processing disorder (like me), among her other problems. This lady was able to turn her life completely around because of neurofeedback.
"Feedback provides the brain with a mirror of its own function: the oscillations and rhythms that underpin the currents and crosscurrents of the mind. It nudges the brain to make more of some frequencies and less of others, creating new patterns that enhance its natural complexity and its bias toward self-regulation. We may be freeing up innate but stuck oscillatory properties in the brain and allowing new ones to develop."

Ways to cope and overcome trauma include but are not limited by: acupuncture tapping, yoga, IFS therapy, neurofeedback, theatre/drama, medication, meditation/mindfulness, EMDR, alpha-theta training, telling the truth-no secrets, creating structures (alternate realities of what you needed and wanted) and more.

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This book has opened my eyes to what trauma really is. How it really affects us, all of us, all of our parts, and in all aspects of our lives. My empathy has grown even more for the humans in the world, especially those who have been traumatized. I have the urge to care for them, protect them and show them, love. I have a glimpse of my brothers and sisters the way our Savior does. It has made me fully believe in one of the most important things Eric has taught me: You cannot judge someone because you simply do not know their story. Trauma is more than common in this world and it takes a toll on us in various ways. Maybe that person you are judging so harshly came from an unthinkable childhood that explains their current actions. They might not even know there is a better way of living life because they are so caught up in fighting their demons or have given up. 

This book has shown me the torturous things people have survived. It gives me hope that I can overcome my traumas and live happily ever after as the trauma survivors in the book did. Any therapy and modality do not erase the past, the horrendous events, but I can outgrow the grasp they hold on me. I can remember such a past and not be hijacked by my emotions.

I feel joy and pride in completing this book. I read a book that was difficult in more ways than one and was extremely long for me, which was intimidating. As I flipped to the last few pages my heart was a bit sorrowful knowing that my learning of trauma would be done. I understand I can check other books out at the library to further my research, but this author had a way of speaking to my soul. As I started to read the epilogue, my heart grew more fond of this author and his view of human life. You could say this whole experience has brought out more Christ-like love and attributes along with more of my social equality-democratic side. I wish I could just copy and paste this passage, I feel he says it better than I ever could. I'll start by saying the biggest epiphany I have had in my life is that every symptom has a root cause. I believe it is vital to search out the root cause and address the issue rather than address the symptom. Symptoms are surface level, they come and go, their accumulations, intensities, and severities range; root causes are deeper, misunderstood, and will only dig their heels in deeper if not found and addressed. With that being said, this author has explained the root cause of people's suffering and struggles. Trauma. He has also led me to question our country's systematic ways:

1. Why does our system allow a child to suffer by losing food stamps because their parent is unemployed (most likely due to their own trauma and lack of ability to be a fully functioning adult) or in jail?

2. Why is our country so opposed to universal healthcare that would benefit everyone, especially those who are trauma survivors or future trauma victims who are in desperate need of medical and psychiatric care? 
Imagine a child is near you. He doesn't make eye contact. His head is drooped, shoulders shrunk in. You know he is malnutrition because of the protruding bones through his skin. Let's say you address him, asking where his parents are and there isn't a vocal or physical response from him. You scan the area looking for adults that are supposed to be caring for this child and no one stands out. Do you leave or do you help him? Imagine a world where you could contact someone for help knowing without a doubt that this child you've only known minutes would be taken care of by having food in his belly, a roof over his head, and other resources he is in need of. Imagine a world where there isn't anything for you to do but maybe call the police for him to be taken back home. Did he run away because home isn't safe? Did his caretaker drop him off and abandon him? If he goes home will he have a meal? This boy could have his issues addressed with universal health care because it is his right as an American citizen. Why should he have to suffer the lack of help because his parents or caretakers cannot provide the opportunities this child is in need of?

3. Why are we not a trauma-conscious society? How many people would see a person suffering from mental illness and completely pass on helping them, but people see an accident and rush to help?

4. Why is our healthcare system focused on disease? Why is it that a patient's psychiatry is overlooked for ailments and wounds in the body that can actually be seen and fully understood with science? It is not fair that these patients go undiagnosed, misdiagnosed, and or their suffering cannot be explained; it is not fair that these patients are often fixed with a band-aid setting them up for future failures.

5. The percentages of traumatized people are insignificantly high, it's unlikely for a majority of these trauma survivors to receive the help they need to function at their optimal potential. It's not necessarily their fault, a lot has to do with the cards they were dealt, the opportunities given to them, etc. People with trauma are often dissociated, coping with unhealthy means and looking for ways to disappear, feel again, or speak through action. Why is there a systemic prohibition for owning assault weapons whose only purpose is to kill mass numbers of people when our country has a mental crisis on the rise? If we don't have a system set in place for people of trauma to receive care and that these people are so dissociated to the point they are not safe, why must we allow them to obtain such unnecessary firearms?

6. Why are we wasting and throwing addicts' lives away by incarcerating them and wasting government funding when they really need psychiatric help? Addiction can happen by chance, but the majority of people that suffer from addiction are their unhealthy coping means to distance themselves from the trauma they are prisoners to. An addict that is incarcerated will most likely have a relapse once released because they weren't taught the tools they need to overcome their addictions, to understand why they have them, and to address their root cause, trauma.

"I wish I could separate trauma from politics, but as long as we continue to live in denial and treat only trauma while ignoring its origins, we are bound to fail."

"Poverty, unemployment, inferior schools, social isolation, widespread availability to guns, and substandard housing all are breeding grounds for trauma. Trauma breeds further trauma; hurt people hurt other people."


I am not better than these people. I do not deserve more than them. They deserve and should have a right to access any help that is needed to help them overcome trauma and set them up to be a successful adult with bright futures. Why should conservatism withhold them from such relief of suffering and withhold the ability to self-love, a God-given right? We are all in the same storm riding on different boats, weathering life in different ways; we are all headed to the same destination, why isn't our purpose to help others along the way?

April 7, 2021- Chloe's accident

It was after bedtime. I was in Kelson's bed next to him reading aloud Harry Potter book #2. Sam was in her bed at the end of Kelson's bed. Chloe was in front of Sam and Jayson near the door. Chloe grabbed Sam on the shoulders and leaned in for a kiss on the forehead when Sam yapped and bit Chloe's face.

Chloe pulled back grabbing her face while blood started to trickle down. Jayson stuff in the doorway moving further into the room frightened, hands up, screaming at the top of his lungs and in shock. Eric came running into the room and addressed Jayson. Kelson and I took Chloe to the bathroom to help her. Stitches are definitely needed.

Eric and I talked with the boys and got them settled in bed and then left with Chloe to the hospital. She was in pain, she voiced how much it stung. She wanted Daddy. Eric climbed in the back seat of the car, the space that's much too small for him, and held her. Eric princessed carried her in through the front door of the Utah Valley Hospital's emergency room. Because of the pandemic of covid we were greeted by a stand-alone computer stand right inside the door with a nurse asking why we were there and asked us many, many questions pertaining to symptoms and activity with covid, she then prepped us for registration which was the desk, the actual front desk behind her. There sat a girl I went to high school with, she asked a few questions and sent us on our way to triage. Shortly after that, we were sent back to our room.


The nurse was nice and so was the tech. We were waiting for the doctor to come in when my office attack really started to come to the surface. Chloe was doing great sitting in Eric's lap on the bed. I made sure they were okay then went to the bathroom so I could have this attack at a very inconvenient time. I felt guilty, like a bad mom fur many reasons that night, especially that I couldn't stay in the room with her, comforting her, loving her. I ended up calling my friend, Jessica Mohler. We've been friends for many years and I knew she would be awake and non-judgemental about the entire situation. I knew she wouldn't judge that our dog, our family dog but it little girl's face. She helped me through those several moments in the E R. bathroom. I pulled myself together and went back to the room to find Chloe enjoying her show and snuggling her daddy. I sat down just in time for the nurse and tech to come in. I had missed the doctor's evaluation. I felt worse inside. The nurses applied numbing goop to a cotton ball and taped it to Chloe's face, including asking the medical take to a laceration under her left eye, ouch! They stated it would be 30 minutes for that to take effect and the digit would be in at that point to evaluate and go from there. After they left Eric filled me in on what was going on. My office attack was building. I had to get out of there. I had 30 minutes, so I spent that time outside. Crying. Shaking. Beating myself up for not being able to protect her, for not being in the room calmly loving, comforting, and supporting her. I cried, a lot. I shook. I paced the whole parking lot. I called Mohler again. Then called my dad. He and his wife insisted on coming out at least going to the boys. I kindly declined as it wasn't necessary and would actually be more stressful for me. After crying more, being in the fresh cold air, and moving around, I felt confident in going back inside and holding it together; I did just that.

By the time I was back in her room I was feeling better and Chloe was getting sleepy. Steak, it was way past bedtime and she'd give through some adrenaline. She was cozy on Eric still watching Good Luck Charlie, one of her favorites. I expressed my love for her, and for him. A moment later and the cute, pregnant doctor was in the room ready to stitch her up. I sat there, breathing, watching, accepting, loving as I watched the threading hold Chloe's nose back together like a grandma and her ripped quilt. It got to be too much for me to watch and handle, I could feel it building within me again. I sat outside the room on a chair. This sort of stuff never made me woozy before, however, this situation was much different than all the others I've experienced. The nurse got me some ice water which helped. 5 minutes went by and Chloe was all ready to go home. Eric sat with her in the back, holding her, on the way home. We woke the boys up to comfort them and to let them know that Chloe was okay. It was a peaceful night's sleep for everyone and was very needed.


Eric and I realized we couldn't trust Sam after this. We posted her for sale and she was gone within 24 hours of the posting. An older couple (with 19 grandchildren) came from a small town north of Logan to buy Sam. They were sweet people, Sam went straight to them with love and acceptance. The couple has 10 acres with livestock, a giant schnauzer puppy, and 3 open acres for her to roam and explore. Sam is having the time of her life now. Sam was a great dog, very patient, kind, loving, and obedient. She was in a dog fight last year that traumatized her to the point of being very protective which led to this incident with Chloe. The couple has a daughter who trains dogs for the police department, they are confident in getting the help Sam needs to heal and overcome her fear-driven behavior. As the kids say, she will always be a part of our family.

















































Xoxo 😘

4th of July 2021

We went to SLC Friday night to buy a bike for Eric. While we were there I surprised him and the kids with a stay at Lori's house. A getaway just as the doctor ordered, literally. The next morning we grabbed breakfast at City Creek, my favorite cafe was running significantly behind schedule due to a power outage that morning. (That is what woke Eric and me up at 6:30 in the morning! No fan, no cool air!)

We ran down to my brothers-in-law in South Jordan to see him, our niece who was visiting for the day from Kansas, and a cousin. After that, we stopped in at REI to grab some peddles for a said bike that was bought the night before.

We went home to relax, Eric went to donate plasma then we went to Sandy to spend the evening with the Baileys.




from left to right: Jay Wayne, Randy Lindsey, Sue Lindsey, Adam Bailey

One of my favorite card games: Cards against humanity, family edition

she's just SO cute

basketball with cousin Parker

Frozen popsicles, pun intended





Sparklers and snaps were all the fireworks we did due to the firework restrictions this year

Our dear friend Sophie who lives behind Grandpa Carl




Sunday Eric had to work and I did some projects around the house. He was able to make double that day AND get off early. We met Levi and Sharron Howser at Salem Pond for some sandwiches, paddle boarding, and an inflatable little boat thing. Oh, and some mild fishing.























Monday we woke up early to see the balloon festival with the Howsers, then went to the parade. After lunch and once Eric got home from work we went to Spanish Fork to play on a waterslide bounce toy and BBQ with the Mohler's. What a great, fun, love fulfilling weekend!