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I was 41 When My Trauma Resurfaced
I discovered the mother wound
I didn’t have an easy start but I eventually won the lottery. Not the cash kind, but the love, career, and relationship lottery. I had the ticket to a great life at last. With my loving new husband, I moved into a cozy home and we began our journey together. Within a year, however, my estranged father died unexpectedly and I found myself sinking into depression. I could see the shiny facets of my life, but I could no longer feel the joy it offered.
I can best describe the encounter with an excerpt from my second book, a memoir of my journey through this difficult time.
Memoir Excerpt:
When I returned to work, I sat at my desk and heard the office banter. My coworkers talked about their spouses and children and where they might eat lunch that day. Who wants Japanese? Their voices warbled, as though underwater, but I knew I was the one who was sinking below the surface. Pushed down by the weight of emotions, I worked myself to exhaustion in the effort to stay afloat. I stared at the blank document on my computer screen. Writing used to be a life raft, but that day it couldn’t save me from the grief.
Around noon, I walked outside and my body cut a path through the heat, repelling everything as if by magnetic force. I thought…
