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Tackling trauma…<br />

with Grace<br />

As a trainee counsellor, and having experienced trauma first-hand,<br />

Grace Victory opens up about what it’s really like to live with PTSD<br />

There are so many<br />

topics I want to<br />

confront and discuss<br />

concerning wellbeing<br />

and trauma – the list<br />

is literally endless. I have such a<br />

huge passion for dissecting these<br />

topics because, in the midst of<br />

life, everything always feels a bit<br />

better when you realise you’re<br />

not alone.<br />

I remember the very first time<br />

I spoke openly about depression<br />

and my eating disorder. It was<br />

way back in 2011, in a YouTube<br />

video, and it felt revolutionary,<br />

like something had been lifted<br />

and my eyes had been opened. I<br />

remember thinking “Wow... when<br />

you talk about your feelings, other<br />

people talk about theirs, too.”<br />

It was powerful. While talking<br />

may not be the only way to heal<br />

and recognise the difficult things<br />

within us, it really can be a good<br />

place to start.<br />

As a child, I always knew<br />

something was a bit off with me,<br />

but I could never pinpoint what<br />

it was exactly. I rarely felt angry,<br />

I always felt sad, and I never felt<br />

safe. Maybe some of you can<br />

relate? I felt like the black sheep<br />

who was shunned by others, so I<br />

isolated myself.<br />

My basic needs were met, but<br />

many other needs were not, which<br />

is still something I’m coming to<br />

terms with. For a long time, I didn’t<br />

realise I hadn’t experienced what<br />

other people would call a ‘normal’<br />

childhood, but I guess it was normal<br />

for me.<br />

I remember the first time I sat<br />

down with a therapist and told<br />

them what my childhood was like. I<br />

reeled off things I’d heard, seen, and<br />

had happen to me. I was so used to<br />

trauma that I minimised it in my<br />

head. If it was small and locked in<br />

a cage then I didn’t have to feel or<br />

deal with it. I detached so much<br />

from myself that telling my story<br />

became matter-of-fact, as if it wasn’t<br />

my own story that I was telling.<br />

It wasn’t until I was 26 that I began<br />

to realise the effects that trauma<br />

had had on me, and in the summer<br />

of 2016 I received a diagnosis of<br />

post-traumatic stress disorder<br />

(PTSD). My initial reaction was<br />

“Well WTF is that? It sounds like<br />

some sort of weird disease that I<br />

definitely do not want.” I was that<br />

person. I had (still have) so much<br />

shame inside of me about my<br />

victimhood that I hated the fact I<br />

had ‘something’.<br />

For those of you who are unsure<br />

what PTSD is exactly, allow me to<br />

I am learning that<br />

being a victim<br />

doesn’t make me<br />

weak, feeling pain<br />

doesn’t make me<br />

a burden, and<br />

that what other<br />

people did, has<br />

never been my<br />

fault<br />

Photography | Paul Buller<br />

28 • happiful.com • <strong>February</strong> <strong>2020</strong>

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