#bodykeepsthescore
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There was a time when I thought God was supposed to make my life easier. I didn’t say it quite that plainly. I was more sophisticated than that. I dressed the idea up in spiritual language. I prayed for peace. I prayed for healing. I prayed for restoration. I prayed for the day when my…
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There is something almost offensively beautiful about the way children demand repetition. “Again.” Read the same book. Sing the same song. Push the swing. Build the tower. Knock it down. Again. And again. And again. We call it exhausting because we have forgotten how to be alive. Chesterton noticed something profound about children: their appetite…
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The Things Logic Cannot Feed There is a peculiar poverty in a life that has learned how to explain everything. We have become suspicious of mystery. We want to know why the child died, why the marriage failed, why the heart broke, why the stranger appeared at precisely the right moment. We dissect our suffering…
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There are wounds that do not bleed. They simply hollow. A child survives by becoming smaller than the pain. She learns to leave certain rooms inside herself locked and unvisited. Years pass. She grows. She laughs. She works. She marries. She bears children. Yet somewhere beneath the ordinary movements of life remains the terrible suspicion…
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Showing Up Without a Net There was a time when the wound was not a metaphor. It was a secret. A child’s body carrying what it should never have had to carry. Sexual abuse & physical does something violent to your sense of order. It scrambles trust. It teaches you that love can harm you…
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Sure, they’re needed for insurance companies to foot the bill of counseling but I certainly didn’t need one nor do I want one. From the book The Body Keeps the Score, Chapter 9: What’s Love Got to Do with It: “The first serious attempt to create a systematic manual of psychiatric diagnoses occurred in 1980,…