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…and trying to survive, do the intense work of healing and striving to live a healthy balance of grace and truth.
A screenshot of my phone’s camera roll after I took several photos using Hipstamatic to capture the various patterns I saw in the sheets on my bed. It seems like such an unimportant and maybe even strange subject for a photo, and often, taking some time to focus on “mundane” details is one thing that can help me cope and survive. And if I’m capable, something as simple as picking up my phone and trying to capture what I see can be a little helpful to make it through a few more moments. It’s amazing, the interesting things I can find around me and I’m incredibly grateful, as leaving home to take pictures is usually not something I’m very able to do because of the intense struggles I face. I’m thankful that when I’m incapable of even picking up a camera, sometimes I can use my phone to create images that are meaningful to me and helpful for me (even long after I’ve clicked the shutter) and it’s also great if someone else finds some interest or meaning in the images as well.
A scanography image I created which holds a lot of meaning for me—a way to express how it feels when it seems impossible to find words to explain.
The self-protection that seems necessary is suffocating, impairing and isolating…working to gently hold this truth, to heal and recover.
Crushed and devastated by what was done to me and the horrific effects it still has on me. Often my audible voice is stolen from me, so I tried to use my voice in a different way, by creating this scanograph, showing my experience and what I feel incapable of expressing with words as a way to try to help myself survive.
A scanography image I created which holds a lot of meaning for me—a way to express how it feels when it seems impossible to find words to explain.
“Beware that you don't look down on any of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels are always in the presence of my heavenly Father."
-Matthew 18:10
A scanography image I created which holds a lot of meaning for me—a way to express how it feels when it seems impossible to find words to explain.
You were used, harmed, hurt, left alone in the muddy darkness, covered in the dirt and grime of others’ choices and actions. And you are working so hard—at the pace that is appropriate for you—to reach for the light. It’s certainly a challenging path that is not without many intense obstacles and you are slowly uncovering the beauty of who you were created to be.
An observation while riding down the highway, a quick click of the shutter from the passenger seat and I ended up with this beautiful reminder that maybe it's ok to need and accept support.
It seems impossible to explain with words, so pictures help try to express how it feels to live this experience.
[image created on 4-24-2024]
I have become very fascinated by digital pinhole photography. This image was created with a modified pinhole body cap. I think I’m drawn to this type of photography because I feel it relates to my life and it seems to teach me far beyond photography. There are strict limitations that can drastically alter how images are captured and the final outcome of the photos, there is a lack of clarity compared to how I normally capture images with a lens, it’s difficult to predict exactly how the image will look and beauty and meaning can be found in the process and the final photo. It gives me a chance to practice embracing the unfamiliar, change, finding beauty in imperfection and growing in new ways. And the look of the images reminds me of how it feels when the effects of trauma cause me to question reality and myself, feel terror, feel isolated, alone, deep sadness, dissociation, body memories and a range of other indescribably challenging experiences. When my voice is stolen and I cannot speak or find adequate words to describe what I face I am thankful I can relate my experiences to what I see in pinhole photography rather than “keeping it all inside.”
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
Many thanks for your support.
You feel so different from everyone else, so blocked off, so isolated and so alone. Maybe part of the reason you don’t “blend in” is because you are caught in the awful, intense, painful circumstances that were inflicted upon you and their long term, life altering effects. Maybe this isn’t your fault and rather than living like you used to—bending to the harm and evil that were brutally placed on you by others—you are now fighting with all your strength to stand against the wind as you work at the deep, intense process of healing and growing, which involves slowly letting go of the old, harmful, adaptive patterns that are no longer necessary to protect you and may actually be preventing your basic needs from truly being met in the present moments. Even though it feels impossible and like you have no strength left, please keep working to stand against the wind.
I saw this “tiny heart” that was a striking, beautiful reminder that I am seen when I was struggling intensely—in the wood grain on a door in our home just after I heard a song that I deeply related to.
Part of the song…
“If You Were Mine” by Fernando Ortega:
If you had a bad dream I would jump inside it
And I would fight for you with all the strength that I could find
I would lead you home by your tiny hand
If you were mine, if you were mine
I would sing of love on the blackest night
I would sing of God, and how his goodness fills our lives
I would sing to you 'til the morning light
If you were mine, if you were mine
Disappearing because of the darkness and desperately trying to find the light.
[image created on 2-23-2024]
Recently I became very fascinated by digital pinhole photography. This image was created with a modified pinhole body cap. I think I’m drawn to this type of photography because I feel it relates to my life and it seems to teach me far beyond photography. There are strict limitations that can drastically alter how images are captured and the final outcome of the photos, there is a lack of clarity compared to how I normally capture images with a lens, it’s difficult to predict exactly how the image will look and beauty and meaning can be found in the process and the final photo. It gives me a chance to practice embracing the unfamiliar, change, finding beauty in imperfection and growing in new ways.
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
Many thanks for your support.
Your experience feels as though it's beyond explanation—trapped in terror, alone, isolated, the past takes over, fuzzy details, immobilized, panic, visionless, shaking in fear, re-living overwhelming buried emotions and tormenting physical experiences, voiceless, re-experiencing the unspeakable, difficulty breathing, sometimes completely unable to breathe, awful intensity that steals a desire to survive and live. In this state it seems impossible to even imagine there could be a window of escape, like you will always be held captive by evil. And somehow, you’ve survived these moments, though you’re often not sure how you keep fighting when your strength is failing. Slowly you are gaining more insight into your experience as you work so hard to keep fighting for life.
[image created on 2-23-2024]
Recently I became very fascinated by digital pinhole photography. This image was created with a modified pinhole body cap. I think I’m drawn to this type of photography because I feel it relates to my life and it seems to teach me far beyond photography. There are strict limitations that can drastically alter how images are captured and the final outcome of the photos, there is a lack of clarity compared to how I normally capture images with a lens, it’s difficult to predict exactly how the image will look and beauty and meaning can be found in the process and the final photo. It gives me a chance to practice embracing the unfamiliar, change, finding beauty in imperfection and growing in new ways.
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
Many thanks for your support.
[image created on 2–21-2024]
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
Many thanks for your support.
You have experienced intense harm and evil so devastating that you find yourself questioning reality. It’s so easy for you to question yourself, to believe this means you are weak and it comes more naturally to turn this inward and severely criticize yourself. And you’re doing the hard work of looking for beauty and goodness wherever you can discover it and finding ways to try to express and validate your very real experience when you can’t find words for it. Maybe that is strength.
[image created on 3-1-2024]
Recently I became very fascinated by digital pinhole photography. This image was created with a modified pinhole body cap. I think I’m drawn to this type of photography because I feel it relates to my life and it seems to teach me far beyond photography. There are strict limitations that can drastically alter how images are captured and the final outcome of the photos, there is a lack of clarity compared to how I normally capture images with a lens, it’s difficult to predict exactly how the image will look and beauty and meaning can be found in the process and the final photo. It gives me a chance to practice embracing the unfamiliar, change, finding beauty in imperfection and growing in new ways.
____________________________
As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
Many thanks for your support.
Sometimes, as a way to try to cope while riding in the car, I work on some doodling. This is a sketchbook I have specifically for doodling in the car (things can get a bit messy and challenging due to the bumps, curves, stops and starts from driving…and I work to give myself grace…it’s more about the process and having a way to cope than producing “perfect” doodles). This was what I doodled one day on the 1 1/2 hour drive to a neurofeedback therapy appointment because I was struggling a lot and needed to find a way to help myself survive and cope. I took this photo at the end of our drive, shortly before I needed to push myself to walk in for my appointment. I’m thankful this simple doodle helped me cope and that it has deep meaning to me. Not sure you can see it too well in the image…on the hand outlined in gold I wrote the words “hold on.”
What people see of you on the outside often doesn’t match what is happening inside you. You try to be “ok enough” when extremely harmful experiences have left you feeling so trapped in the darkness, overwhelmed, questioning reality and suffering so much that you just want it all to end. Over your lifetime this has been a difficult struggle and sometimes you were not even fully aware this was happening. It’s a big burden to try to conceal and hide your pain inside so that you don’t bother, burden, inconvenience and upset others. Keeping this intense battle locked inside is very isolating, painful and life threatening. Very slowly, over time, with a tremendous amount of intense, meaningful internal work and with steadfast support you are seeing some growth and improvement. It is still an extremely difficult struggle and sometimes you can start to see the light that is beyond the darkness.
[image created on 2-24-2024]
Recently I became very fascinated by digital pinhole photography. This image was created with a modified pinhole body cap. I think I’m drawn to this type of photography because I feel it relates to my life and it seems to teach me far beyond photography. There are strict limitations that can drastically alter how images are captured and the final outcome of the photos, there is a lack of clarity compared to how I normally capture images with a lens, it’s difficult to predict exactly how the image will look and beauty and meaning can be found in the process and the final photo. It gives me a chance to practice embracing the unfamiliar, change, finding beauty in imperfection and growing in new ways.
____________________________
As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
Many thanks for your support.
I saw this structure on an aimless walk and stopped to wonder.
Not because it was remarkable, but because it resembles life.
Well… at least mine.
A dystopian construct, cold, mechanical, brutal in its design.
A tower not meant to be climbed easily, maybe not at all.
Its first warning is the lock, sealed and distant.
To me, that lock has always been the chaos I came from.
The violence of the Middle East, the protests, the bombs.
The years of watching my world bleed.
It wasn’t just a barrier, it was the thing that kept me in.
Locked into a path. A geography. A profession. A trauma.
Then there are the thorns.
A crown of metal, bureaucratic, sharp, and senseless.
Each point a checkpoint. A passport stamped with suspicion.
A file confiscated. A night visitor pounding on the door.
The years I stayed just sane enough to keep documenting,
just mad enough to know I had to leave.
And I did leave. I climbed.
And for a while, the way was clear.
A straight ladder, rung after rung.
And now I’m close. Close to the top.
A new country, a good job, a quiet life.
It’s good. It really is.
But still I find myself asking:
What comes after the top?
Because we can’t fly.
There’s no platform up here. No wings.
Just air, and the quiet realization
that once you’ve escaped the thing that shaped you,
you’re no longer sure what to do with the freedom.
So we fall. Or we jump.
Or we climb back down.
Or worse, we go in circles.
A never-ending loop of successes and failures.
And that’s what haunts me.
The full circle.
These days, I walk alone, camera in hand.
The same Canon 5D Mark II I once carried into smoke and fire.
Now it’s just me and it, wandering quiet streets, wooded paths, stairwells to nowhere.
I don’t shoot with purpose anymore. I don’t chase headlines or history.
I walk, aimlessly sometimes. It's strapped across my shoulder.
A weight I welcome, the only thing that feels genuine in this new life.
This camera is the only witness I have left.
The last thread connecting who I was to who I’ve become.
It knows where I’ve been, what I’ve seen, what I’ve survived.
It was there when the shouting started.
There when the bullets came.
There when I bled.
And it’s still here now.
A friend in exile.
A ghost that sees me.
A silent companion that reminds me,
Not just of what was, but what should have been.
And in that moment, standing beneath this tower, I raised the lens toward it.
Was I trying to see myself beyond the metal crown?
Or should I have looked down?
Finding the version of me still bleeding at the base?
I didn’t feel like a photographer anymore. I felt like a fraud.
Like I was borrowing a language I used to be fluent in.
That camera once gave me purpose. Now it gives me questions.
I don’t know what I’m trying to capture anymore.
The present? The past? proof that I still exist between them?
But I clicked the shutter anyway.
Because maybe standing in that tension,
between who I was, and who I’ve become,
is the only truth I have left to frame.
I don’t know what comes next.
But I know the tower is real.
And for now, I’m still standing.
Somewhere between the base and the top.
Fragments - 10
June is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Awareness Month! 💚💚
Post-traumatic stress can occur after witnessing or experiencing a traumatic event. Triggers of the event can cause flashbacks, nightmares, and intense emotional and physical reactions. All of which are normal reactions to abnormal events.
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder affects around 3.5 percent of United States adults, and an estimated 1 in 11 people will be diagnosed with PTSD in their lifetime. PTSD can occur in all people, regardless of age, gender, ethnicity, nationality, or culture.
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A textural exploration that turned out kind of nicely. Actually, in 3D I like it a lot. Need to come up with better way to photograph art, methinks.
Water color pencil. Water colors. Water color crayon. Water.
Dating anxiety can impact all steps of dating. This may look like feeling overwhelmed with the first step of putting yourself out there, whether that be online, via text, or in-person. You may feel so anxious with the idea of dating that you drop a potential partner when they show signs they’d like to take your relationship to a dating level.
Even if you go on a first date, dating anxiety can persist by making you over analyze the date (“was there a spark? Do they really like me? Should I try for a second date?”). Finally, dating anxiety may be so debilitating that you swear off dating at all, even though you do want a partner.
Over the next few weeks, we’ll talk about tips to overcome some of the most common fears in relationship anxiety! What would you like to learn about? Let us know in the comments below!
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If I died today,
there would be silence in all the wrong places.
No sudden weeping from the ones I once protected.
No pause from the ones I once loved louder
than was wise.
The world would go on—
the kettle would boil,
the inbox would ping,
someone would post a smiling photo
and call it family.
Maybe a few would whisper,
“She was complicated.”
“She kept her distance.”
“She was never quite right.”
No one would say:
“She bore more than she should’ve.”
“She forgave what others denied.”
“She kept loving, even when no one came back.”
But I would know.
And the wind might remember.
And my bird—he might cock his little head
and search the room
for the woman who called him “brave.”
And maybe—
in some quiet, unseen corner—
God would rise,
and call it
a homecoming.
Artist’s Note
This piece emerged from a very old ache—one I rarely gave language to until now.
It’s the grief of watching the people I’ve loved most dearly move on, unaffected, while I stayed behind carrying all the weight. It’s the slow realisation that some of the deepest love I’ve ever given was either taken for granted, misunderstood, or treated as too much.
I didn’t write this for sympathy. I wrote it to mark something true:
That to love like I did, in a family that distorted every mirror, was a quiet act of rebellion.
That even if no one mourns me the way I once hoped they would, it doesn’t mean my love was wasted.
It means they never had the eyes to see it.
But God did. And perhaps, so does the wind. And a little green bird named Bertie.
We’ve talked a whole lot about boundaries - now let’s talk about how to set them!
The first step to setting boundaries is to be clear with yourself. How can you communicate your boundaries if you don’t know what they are? Determine your non-negotiables, things that make you uncomfortable, and what you’re willing to do. Next, make clear boundaries about these things.
The next step is to communicate these boundaries. Let others know about them in no uncertain terms. While you don’t need to be mean to set a boundary, you should be clear you’re not joking and would like your boundaries to be respected.
Finally, if your boundaries are tested, be sure to firmly reinforce them. This may be as simple as saying no, or may be as big as removing yourself from someone who repeatedly doesn’t honor your boundaries. If you need practicing setting boundaries, you can roleplay with your therapist to see how a conversation may go!
Are these tips helpful? Let us know any tips we left out in the comments below!
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Dr. Buxani recently joined the Currently Cringing podcast for an open and heartfelt conversation about narcissistic abuse, how it shows up in people’s lives, and why so many struggle in silence. The interview highlights key themes from her upcoming book UNSEEN: A Therapist’s Reflection on a Daughter’s Journey Through a Narcissistic Father’s Shadow. For the full episode visit:currentlycringingpodcast.com/
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Recognising my part in the abuse heaped upon me has been vital to stepping into post traumatic growth. 💗
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Understanding the codependent and fawning nature of the way I used to love was a part of this! Seeing the readiness to hand over my voice and power was another part. Also the embracing of my evil inner critic and the surety with which I believed that voice was my own.🌸
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Only by accepting the many ways I was weak could I be led to my strength. And only then could I begin to decipher the WHYS behind this weakness, to open the doors on self awareness and see the original wounds and manipulations.💗
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There comes a point in trauma and the recovery from it when all your weakness is used up! You get sick and tired of that reality, that narrative! It is then that you realise only strength remains and you are able to step into post traumatic growth. 🌸
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The work of the artist Sujata Setia challenges the prejudices ingrained in conventional constructions of beauty and the traditional role of women. She addresses complex and often painful issues through an aesthetic lens that encourages deeper consideration while avoiding the emotional dissociation that can arise when faced with another’s grief. Her approach encourages empathic connection by unfolding each narrative of personal trauma in ways that are disarming without being sentimental. For the potency of this artist’s work lies not in dwelling on suffering but on the potential for survival, for redefinition, and for eventual regeneration.
Sujata Setia re-imagines life beyond trauma at Talking Pictures.
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The Journey of Recovery: Exploring Why Healing Takes Different Paths. ✨
Why Some Heal Faster: Uncovering the Factors Behind PTSD Recovery. ✨
Have you ever wondered why some people seem to recover more quickly from PTSD than others?
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Feel free to reach out if you have any questions - I’m always happy to share what I’ve learned on my journey.
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www.thearmorylife.com/post-shooting-trauma/ The article "Ayoob: Post-Shooting Trauma Realities" by Massad Ayoob discusses the psychological and sociological aftermath that individuals may face after a lawful self-defense shooting. Ayoob, a seasoned expert in post-shooting trauma, refutes several myths, such as the belief that post-shooting trauma is purely about guilt or that only neurotic individuals are affected by it. He explains that societal reactions play a significant role in the emotional aftermath, which can include symptoms like sleep disturbances and the "Mark of Cain Syndrome," where individuals feel ostracized or treated differently. Ayoob emphasizes the importance of psychological support, the potential risks of self-medication, and selecting a therapist who understands the dynamics of self-defense situations. He also underscores the necessity of being prepared for legal and psychological challenges and the value of support groups. This insightful article aims to prepare those who might face such traumatic experiences and provide them with strategies to cope and seek help effectively.