It is time to start thinking about the opposite of PTSD and how it looks.
Yesterday, it rang thunder and made rain a lot of that day. Every time I found myself in the rain and listened to the thunder, I returned to my backpacking trip on North Manitou Island in August.
One morning on that trip I woke up in the morning and heard a couple of roaring sounds coming from above the lake. Arashi can come from above the water and it often happens for hours before they come.
Wonderful lake in the middle of the island, where I wanted to be that night, deciding whether I am sleeping, raining or the gear is dry, while I am walking (I am staying for 2 nights I was camping on the west coast of the island), or skipping breakfast, loading soon and there was a danger of rain, so I could get to the lake soon, dawn. I wanted to spend as much time as possible in the lake. It is one of my sacred places, a truly brilliant place. I decided to go. I packed and walked across the field with a high under brush at the entrance of the forest where there was a village lakeside 100 years ago.
As I walked, it was thick and dark. Before the rain started falling, I thought that I wanted to enter at least trees. I thought that I could not get very wet. It began to rain for a while since it began to rain. The old beech / maple forest was very dark and there was a little sign of a rain when it began to rain. I felt like walking in a forest like Hansel or Gretel, without leaving traces of breadcrumbs. After walking for about an hour, it began to rain, tracing through the trees, leaving great music on the leaves, the noise increased. Rain started seriously. The roar of fine symphonies. Thunder fell and lightning suddenly increased rapidly.
It lasted about 1 hour or more. Yes, I was wet, but I was absolutely awe. As the rain started, the storm darkness began to wane. It gradually became lighter, soon there was a light axis that pierced through the pillars of the wood and the arch. The wind inflated the orchestra in the rain and the water left in the trees was blown away from the leaves. I got soaked. Because of the garbage bag being used strategically, my gear was almost dry. I arrived at the lake and after having had something to eat for swimming, I had never seen the whole walk for another person and did not do it until several hours later. By then the sky is almost transparent, clean, bright and hot. I was elevated and I was completely happy. Maslow may call it self-actualization, but I do not know if the description is in a state of justice. It is connected. A part of the whole. I am convinced of the comprehensive nature of life. I can not explain it. felt. remember.
Every time I hear thunder and rain yesterday I have experienced again. Reverse PTSD.
In PTSD flashback, the connection between our mind and the body is enforced by a way to build a defensive means to reproduce the vivid memories of being hurt. So let us avoid avoiding hurting again, or remember how we manipulated through that injury. The opposite thing is the experience I have drawn ... Because our life here reminds us at least what we are giving back, so let's revive, re-feel, excel It will give you sexual and spiritual height. It caused pain.
