Cars & Trauma

Cars & Trauma

šŸƒHave you ever cried over a car? Maybe it makes perfect sense like saying goodbye to a home or maybe it makes no sense at all. I thought my tears would baffle my husband & daughter, and theyā€™d think I was overreacting & ridiculous. But in that moment I didnā€™t care. ā€œMom, are you crying?ā€ Yes, I replied. ā€œLiam rode in that car,ā€ replied my husband. And, so I cried when I watched its new owner drive down the street. I bought that car by myself. A huge accomplishment in and of itself at 25. But thatā€™s not why I cried. I cried because that car was the last big thing we hadā€¦ still connected to Liam.

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šŸƒMoving to another state was beyond hard. This house isnā€™t connected to him, the car Iā€™ve been driving is not connected to him. Our new furniture isnā€™t connected to him. Finn has outgrown the crib & clothes connected to him. The ā€œthingsā€ connected to him are getting less & less. Time marches on. Watching that car drive away was like watching the memory of him grow further & further away. Grief isnā€™t just emotions & visuals reminding us of that person, itā€™s also woven into things. Grief is relentless, it keeps hitting like ocean waves against shorelines.

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šŸƒWith every goodbye, the same things rise up in my body. Because the healing of trauma takes time. A lot of time. I allowed my response to not only surface, but I sat flooded in them. Felt them. Felt them move, swell and dissipate. I used some Somatic tools to help them move around even more, experiencing all of it. I canā€™t release my pain if I refuse it. Saying goodbye to homes, cars, states, clothesā€¦ it floods us the same way as a song playing, hearing their name called in a store. Not only are we brought back to a moment, a memory, the body is brought back to a state. For me, my body returns to a survival state. Itā€™s all connected to trauma stuck in the body.

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šŸƒIt still exists in my body that I need to save him.

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āœØWe have to move it, to release it. It takes time. It moves slowly. Taste the salt falling from your cheeks, breathe, when you hear the rumble, youā€™re moving it.

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Keeping the TayTay CD. šŸŒˆšŸ«¶šŸ»

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