ATTACK of the SH*ITTY MOOD!!!

Where are all my survivors in sh*tty moods? 

I see you. I’m in one myself as I write this. 

Now: what does Trauma Brain tell us about sh*tty moods? 

Trauma Brain, the internalized voices of our abusers and bullies, tries to tell us that if we were working our recovery “right,” we wouldn’t have them. 

What a load of sh*t. 

Let me tell you something: the most successful trauma recovery is going to involve some sh*tty moods. 

The most successful trauma recovery is going to involve us not feeling great— about life, about our body, about whatever. 

The most successful trauma recovery is definitely going to involve more than a few “f*ck it” moments. 

NONE of that means we’re doing recovery “wrong.” 

In fact, as we work our trauma recovery, we tend to learn something pretty f*cking interesting: we can have sh*tty moods, and not do what we used to do. 

You know what I’m talking about. Get high. Cut ourselves to ribbons. Blow up our relationships. 

Oh, am I the only one who did that? (No, I am not.) 

A great deal of this trauma recovery thing actually hinges on what we DON’T do when we feel sh*tty— and how we meet ourselves when we feel like sh*t. 

Our default mode is often to meet ourselves with judgment. Maybe even abandon ourselves. 

Just now I had a series of moments when I felt like absolute sh*t about my body. And once upon a time, there would have been absolutely no other option I saw than hurting that body— partly because I hate how it looks and feels, partly because I “deserve” some sort of punishment for gaining a few pounds. 

And, yes: I had a flash of that old sh*t. Trauma Brain tried to tell me that I “had” to do something sh*tty to myself, to externalize and concretize this sh*tty feeling, instead of letting it bang around inside myself. 

The fact that I had that flash doesn’t mean my trauma recovery is f*cked. 

It means I have a choice in how to talk to myself, where to focus, and how to breathe and use my body now. 

I choose to meet this sh*tty feeling with acceptance and compassion— and let me tell you, it is f*cking hard. 

I don’t WANT to meet this feeling with acceptance and compassion. I WANT to go throw up everything I’ve eaten in the last twenty four hours and run about thirteen miles. Or, you know, figure out the fastest and cheapest way to get an opiate cruising through me. 

But— I choose to not do any of that. 

Why? Because that’s my trauma trying to control and hurt me. 

Remember: CPTSD’s “helpful” suggestions only serve its goal to make us feel like garbage. 

This feeling I’m feeling now is not fun. But I didn’t choose it. And I am not going to punish myself for something that happened TO me. 

My nervous system, my “parts,” my inner child— none of them asked for that. None of them need or deserve that. 

They are all looking to me to see how I handle this. 

And I choose self-compassion. Goddamn f*cking self-compassion. 

Why? Because I am not my father. I do not hurt people because I feel sh*tty— including myself. 

I offer this to you as an example of what goes on inside someone who is successfully working his recovery. 

Recovery is not about perfection, it’s not about never feeling bad, it’s not about never wanting to do the self-destructive thing. 

It’s about staying on track, even when the track is on f*cking fire. 

Easy does it. Breathe. Blink. Focus. 

And be on your own side. Have your own back.