Quotes About Trauma

Mum would hit us with anything. You'd see her looking for something to hit you with, and you'd think, please let it be something reasonably soft. She threw a chair at me once. It was like being in a western.

I aspirated some food into my throat and choked. I was in a coma for a little while, too.

After I saw 'The Exorcist' it took me a while before I could fall asleep - that girl's head turning around and throwing up all that pea soup!

I'd had a racist experience as a child at age 10, where people had thrown rocks at me and bottles. I didn't understand. And all it was, was because of the color of my skin, nothing I had done, nothing I had said.

It can be hard for the cute girl. I was blond, cute, broke. I was beat up. I was thrown inside lockers. I was burned with cigarettes. My hair was lit on fire.

Even in the ambulance ride I was trying to say something, trying to say, like, 'I knew who did it, I knew what went on.' And then I think they were kind of thrown back by that. They were like, 'What? You know what went on? You know what happened?' And I was like, 'Yeah, I saw the guy.'

if zombies eat a family member, you're gonna dissociate

My mind boggles at the amount of violence inflicted upon children in today's society.

took her in my arms and let her cry, and I was crying too. After she'd quieted some, I asked for her husband's number, and after I did the workup for rape, I called him. He'd been worried stiff, and was glad she was not dead. He couldn't know, yet, that part of her had died.

I think, though, that another shame of war is that when it's over, a soldier don't get to leave it behind where he fought it. He's gotta carry it right back home with him, in his head, and in his heart.

Trauma silences a person. It shatters your identity, and along with it, much of what you thought you knew.

Todavía hoy, en mis pesadillas, vuelvo a la niñez y compruebo que ese período de dolor no ha terminado. Es una herida que crece y se abre con el tiempo.

The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.

At 17, the first time I saw a dead body, I froze. By 31 it was a natural occurrence for me, and no group of people should live like that.

I didn't know a time when there wasn't a war because I spent all my time from the age of two or three to eight in a coal cellar really.

My teeth became sour as I listened to his story. It was then that I understood why he was quiet all the time.

Well, I had nightmares when I was doing the Klan story all the time. I had a recurring nightmare of basically being exposed as a Jew inside the Klan compound.

Nina's wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from the handcuffs and ankle cuffs that chained her to the wall. The skin had been whipped from her back; even the slightest touch of her shirt against her spine sent pain shrieking through her body. One of her eyes seemed to be swollen shut from the beating.

The thing about personal growth, I've discovered, is that you rarely get any choice in it. It only ever happens as a side-effect of some loss or trauma.

We're hallucinating. And that's what this world is: a mass hallucination, where fear seems more real than love. Fear is an illusion. Our craziness, paranoia, anxiety and trauma are literally all imagined.

And that's what this world is: a mass hallucination, where fear seems more real than love. Fear is an illusion. Our craziness, paranoia, anxiety and trauma are literally all imagined. That is not to say they don't exist for us as human beings. They do. But our fear is not our ultimate reality, and it does not replace the truth of who we really are. Our love, which is our real self, doesn't die, but merely goes underground.

Wounded children become wounded adults, and wounded adults can destroy the world.

El miedo es una ilusión, un delirio. Nuestra locura, nuestra paranoia, nuestra angustia y nuestros traumas son imaginarios.

There's nothing like the feeling of knowing that you've made a difference in someone's life, even if that difference is a lifetime of nightmares and a fortune in therapy bills.