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Winter Turns into Spring - The Blog

By Sylvie Rouhani 17 Apr, 2024
#SAAM - the Sexual Assault Awareness campaign is this month. I wish I could write such things as: "If you have experienced sexual assault or rape, please go to the Police, talk to someone, anyone who could help you though this." Sadly, I can't because the reality is the experiences of victims and survivors of SA are still being dismissed, minimised, if not used as opportunities to further hurt those who are seeking help.
By Sylvie Rouhani 08 Apr, 2024
Mental health services in the UK have always been hard to access. In the last past 5 years, they can no longer meet the needs of the increasing numbers of suffering individuals. The recuring question is "Why are more and more people diagnosed with depression/ADHD/ BPD? ETC" So, what is happening?
By Sylvie Rouhani 08 Mar, 2024
What I call " Chronic Loneliness", others calls it "Attachment trauma", is the heart breaking, gnawing feeling that I am all alone, and frightened - knowing fully well I am not wanted here. There is no love here. This is something I live with every single day of my life. Some days. it is barely noticeable, other days, it is overwhelming, but it is always there, within me. I've learned to accept it with tender loving care, I am not going to lie: it hurts.
By Sylvie Rouhani 18 Dec, 2023
The end of the year 2023 is near. While we are forced fed Christmas joy everywhere, some of us, victims and survivors of child abuse and ,estranged from their immediate family (parents and siblings), this time of the year can be very painful. The holidays can bring up so much Christmas tears, while everyone else is caught up in Christmas cheers.
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Earlier, this week, I went to the park, as I normally do when the sun is out. I sat down, closed my eyes, focused on my breathing, anchored myself to Mother Earth's energy and gently breathed it up to my body, one chakra at the time. I felt a strong energy travelling up from my heart to my throat chakra. It got stuck there, I breathed in and out to release it but it stayed there. I was planning to chant later so I thought it will be good to free this trapped ball energy.

I felt that what as really stuck were all the unexpressed pain, terror, sadness and loneliness of my childhood. This particular day, I felt,as I so often do, something was missing in my life. "Something is missing: I am not loved." I heard my Small Inner Child say. "I don't want to be alone anymore or I will die." I will die, alone. I pour my heart out to the Universe. Later, I chanted. As I did, I remembered a documentary I had recently watched for a few minutes only as something triggered me. It showed young children being suffocated. Then I remembered other instances such as nightmares, feeling of panic during a healing session when a friend placed her hands on my throat... "I was suffocated." For what seemed a split second, I saw myself as a baby crying and screaming in my cot. My mother appeared, furious. "Shut up!" She looked so scary. She put a pillow on my face. Suddenly, I experienced the event as the baby I was. "I can't breath, I am going to die." I felt the terror, the rejection, the pain. I froze. I stopped crying. The pillow came off my face. I am still frozen. Quiet. In shocked. I kept chanting. I stayed present with the pain of it all.

I took gentle care of myself for the following days. I knew more pain will come up. I started to feel detached: being here but, not here. I visited a friend, while at her house, I wanted to be with her but I didn't want to. I felt "in between" places. I remembered this feeling from the last time something really traumatic came up, three years ago. I spend an entire summer not eating, having panic attacks, exeriencing breathlessness and stomachaches. I was so down and I felt guilty for it. I was having a "nervous breakdown". I was "losing it." I wasn't coping well and I didnt like it, which added to my emotional pain. I would also stare into space in complete silence. When friends ere around, I was with them but I wasn't. I wanted to be with them but, at the same time, I didn't want to.

This time though, I know I am not having a nervous breakdown: I am experiencing emotional flashbacks and the pain that comes up with them. When I feel a wave of sadness, of loneliness or of anxiety, I place my hands on my chest, on my heart and I sooth my Inner Girls (the small one and the teenager) They are suffering. I also pay more attention to my breathing. I meditate and chant daily. I recite my self compassion mantra: "I am in pain. I am suffering. This is a pain many victims of child abuse experience. I am going to love myself through this." To my Inner Girls, I say: "I am going to love you through this."

I am not losing it: I am going through a natural reaction to a traumatic event. The depression, the anxiety, the disturbed sleep, the nightmares, the C-PTSD, the hypervigilance, the BPD traits... all of these are natural effects of the physical, verbal, sexual abuse and the emotional neglect/ abandonment I endured,

What I am trying to say is if you are also suffering from depression, anxiety, C-PTSD, nightmares and BPD: you aren't mad. You are suffering. You aren't overreacting. You are suffering. You are not "losing it." You are suffering.  If you are still waiting for someone to love you and it hurts like hell, you aren't silly, you are suffering.

We are suffering.

Sylvie

Feel free to share your own expereinces and your thougths.


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