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It’s hard to whistle in the dark
When you walk in the light;
To hold onto fears
When it’s sunny and bright.
Oh, needs and distresses
Will turn up, it’s true;
But that’s just part of healing;
Of building the authentic you.
You can try to find distractions
So that you might delay
The work of healing
That brings a better way.
You’ll feel so much better
When you heed the call
To conquer those old monsters;
To stand triumphantly and tall.
You’llĀ have the greatest victory
After the toughest fight;
The sweetest reward
Is knowing truth so right.
The process of walking
Helps us learn to stand;
Knowing true identity
Leads to establishing life’s plan.



When all is said and done,
I want to have lived my life well.

It will not be perfect,
Free from stumbles and flaws.

There will be victories
Lessons learned and things done right.

The path I have taken
Goes up hills and through valleys.

I may have some bruises;
Scars will tell of my healing.

The beauty I possess
Comes from all that I have lived.


When the hard things of life push me down,
I will rise!
When they threaten to push me again,
I will stand!

When evil tries to defeat me,
I triumph!
When hurts from my past try to seize me,
I break free.

Victory is mine
Every day that I live;
Nothing and no one
Can take that away!
I boldly march forward,
One step at a time;
My life’s getting better,
That’s what I have to say!


I am back to addressing a particularly difficult aspect of surviving trauma, and thought I would try to share some of it:

When I try to check inside, especially if there is something stressful going on, I usually find


I am betting that anyone who has wounds in his or her soul because of trauma, whether it is from abuse, molestation, medical treatment, tragedy, combat or anything else, knows what I am talking about.
Even Numb would be a step up!
If it isn’t that dead space, it’s the opposite: So much chaos and confusion, I can’t sort all of the thoughts, feelings and other “noises” in my heart.

I wish I had great words of wisdom; an instant cure would be nice…
But there isn’t any.
What I do know is this:
As I get healthier, I am more able to identify triggers and take care of myself in “The Dead Zone.”
I have also found that, as I walk through these seasons, I discover more of the self I lost in the trauma or tragedy.
It’s as I heard it said some months ago:
“When you’re walking through Hell, don’t camp there!”
Know that you are only passing through on the way to greater wholeness. Keep going, one step at a time.
Discover the strong, healthy things that work for you and practice them every day.

I am looking forward to my next round of victories in this battle called recovery. I’ll be sure to celebrate!


I am sitting here, thinking of people I have met who have overcome tremendous hardship and trauma.

One person I used to know had run to the woods to live out of traumatic stress. when she became ill, she had to walk back to town. she stayed, and through a long, hard, often frightening process, reclaimed her life.

Then, there is a friend I had when I was in college. She had a form of Muscular Dystrophy. when I first became acquainted with her, she had already started three successful businesses. she lived in contstant pain; she couldn’t move, except for her left hand. If she wasn’t in her power chair, she couldn’t even do that. She still finished her BA and graduated.

I remember another person I knew who had severe agora phobia. she couldn’t go anywhere, unless one or two trusted people took her. With some very hard work and help, she overcame her fear. the last I knew, she was working full time.

Another friend I had in college had been hit by a car, which left her with paraplegia. She has been through many surgeries and struggles. One thing that stands out about her is her sense of humor. One day, she and I were out and about. She told me, “It’s interesting going around at stomach and butt level. You can tell a lot about people that way. For example, when they’re angry, they either squeeze in their stomach or butt. I would love to wheel up to someone and say, ‘Your butt says you’re really angry!’ But then, I’m afraid I couldn’t get away fast enough.”

I have sat with countless people who have faced the trauma and abuse of their pasts. Their accounts are often gut wrenching and terrifying; yet as they tell them, receive comfort and learn new truth, they find victory and healing. I have certainly walked through this process myself. I am grateful for the health and strength I now have.

I recently heard someone say that there is no such thing as a victory without a battle. I believe that.