The word “trauma” gets thrown around a lot. I think it’s safe to say that, thanks to so much television and movies and books about ER’s and hospitals and ambulance crews, the concept of trauma is very much a part of our cultural consciousness. It has a lot of connotations that folks take for granted, and it seems to me that a lot of people have slightly different ideas about what constitutes trauma.
But what does “trauma” really mean?
I think about this a lot, as I go through my day. It’s more because I am getting on with my life, than because I’m stopped. I’ve been stopped before. By trauma. And I’m not as stuck in that place as I used to be.
Which makes me wonder. How did I get loose from it? How did I break free? How have I managed to come this far? And what was the traumaI(s) that kept me back for so very long?
All important questions to me, but I’m tired. Worked late again. Way late. I’ve had my dinner, and now it’s time to go to bed.