In With Rosie

Sometimes the world can feel dark, grey and heavy.
Especially during the winter months when we are deprived of sunlight.
We can easily give in to the grey.
Become absorbed by it.
Breathing it into our cells.
Allowing our emotions to fade into the drab and dreary.
But what if we were to remember?
Remember the light
Remember the bright
Remember the happy
Remember the fun
Or imagine it.
Imagine the world how we wish it to be
Imagine the world how we hope it to be
Imagine the world how it really can be
If we just look at it through a different picture frame.
Look at it through a different filter.
Of our mind.
We are all artists.
Every day.
From the clothes we choose to wear.
To the words we choose to say.
Through the things that we do.
And the intentions we make.
If we just coloured one aspect of our being differently today.
Give sadness some pink
Grief a little yellow
Hope a little purple
Perhaps, just perhaps….
The world for today won’t seem so grey.

My symptoms were so vastly overlapping that I was told repeatedly I was undiagnosable.
And therefore untreatable.
After decades losing hope.
Losing myself
Losing everything.
I finally met someone who looked me in the eyes and softly told me…
This is trauma
Trauma sat beneath every emotion I felt.
It sat beneath every emotion I couldnt feel.
It dictated my responses.
It directed my life.
My body had been living in a state of persistent threat
and showing up as illness
Chaos.
Through a fractured self.
A broken soul.

Trauma, she then said, CAN be treated.
Shall we try?

At the time, there was little left of me.
Heavily medicated. Barely able to speak.
My body frozen.
So I nodded.
Slowly.
And we began.
Silently.
Just the two of us sharing space.
Just the two of us breathing.
And my nervous system felt a glimpse of something new.
Something sacred.
Something I now know to be safety.
And in that safety the journey began.

That was 2013.
The lady was Dr Margaret Jordan
Margaret is now my colleague, my mentor, my supervisor, my friend.
Margaret’s website is www.clearmindneuro.com

Life is a collection of moments…
Senses, movements and
Interactions that become experiences.
Some are wonderful. Some are painful. Some are insignificant, some impactful.
We collect them all like children collecting pebbles on the beach. We fill the pockets of our souls with every one. In time some become heavy. They weigh us down.
Perhaps we collected some too large for us to carry alone. Perhaps some too small to even see…. But they are there. Re-shaping us. Contorting us. Draining our strength.
How wonderful would it be to just stop for a moment. To pause collecting. To take some brief time to lay down our hoard and adjust.
Do we need all this or can we let some of it go? Back to the earth, or off into the sky.
Do we need to ask for help to carry or offload some?

Life is about moments, yet it is also momentary. We are not designed to hold everything alone.
We are designed for community. For co-regulation. For companionship.

Sometimes the best thing we can do is pause, seek a helping hand, allow our breathing to naturalise, give our limbs a wiggle, allow our hearts and minds to regulate.

The therapeutic safe space is right there. We are often the medicine we need.

Love & Hugs🌹