Some people don't simply understand what trauma is.  In a basic sense, it is when a person is "overwhelmed by events or circumstances and responds with intense fear, horror, and helplessness."  Examples appear in the tree on this infographic:  http://www.thenationalcouncil.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Trauma-infographic.pdf
My trauma started at age 7, when my family moved to Atlanta.  This is where I began to spend Sundays with my grandfather, whom we would come to learn was a pedophile.  As an already shy and introverted child, this experience hit me like a brick wall leaving me more introverted and scared of people.  The trauma didn't stop there, it continued in finding unhealthy relationships with others around me.  I felt like I was marked and trapped in a personal narrative of shock.  There are some events that changed this:
a) I engaged in a therapeutic relationship with a therapist.
b) I began to draw my feelings.
c) I began to journal my feelings.
d) I took medication when a mental health condition struck.
e) I learned how to seek healing relationships to replace the unhealthy ones.
f) I stopped drinking.
g) I found Georgia peer support and acquired new friends and skills (www.gmhcn.org)
h) I sought connection with other survivors to advocate and discuss trauma.
i) I started to create skills resources and share what I have learned.
We do not have to be silent, we can come together to share stories of healing and change the narrative.
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
You Made a Difference Friend, May You Inspire Others:
I sent this to 3 newspapers and not one had time to write a story on friendship.  So, here I will publish this tribute to an amazing woman.    
North Augusta, SC, September 19, 2016 :
 Today Miriam Culbertson will be
remembered at Posey Funeral Home in North Augusta.  She has been my friend since I moved next
door to her.  In 2003, I woke up in my
home and thought it was filled with gas, I could hear the media outside calling
me a witch, and I was sure someone was trying to poison me.  I fled to my car with my dog.  Miriam saw me and tried to give me a
hug.  I told her to stay away, as I
thought she had ill intentions.  I ended
up driving up ad down the East Coast in fear of an entity I couldn’t find.  Then 4 hospitalizations later, I came home
and Miriam was still there.  She stayed
by my side when illness struck in a way that the younger people in my life just
did not.  She was a rock, always there
for me even when my career that evolved in peer support took me to
Nebraska.  She always was on the other
end of the phone till now.  I miss my
friend dearly, but want to encourage people in the community to continue to
reach out to people with mental illness in the community.  You can make a difference just by a
conversation and being there.  Sharing
her faith and love was such a precious gift and I am stronger because of her
love.  Reach out and be a friend to
someone struggling.  A friend makes the
difference.  Miriam speaks at the end of
this video I made for a “What a difference a friend makes” video contest years
ago: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--zGp7rpWuY&app=desktop

| Miriam Culbertson and Carol Coussons de Reyes, 2004, North Augusta | 
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