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Snag or Be Snagged: Overcoming CPTSD as a Christian
with sarcasm, sillyness, sattire, and some serious STUFF

What is CPTSD.... Im so glad you asked...Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), also known as Complex Trauma and in the case of children, Developmental Trauma. Complex PTSD is a psychological stress injury which may develop in childhood or adulthood. It results from ongoing or repeated interpersonal trauma (e.g., emotional/sexual/physical abuse; neglect/abandonment; domestic violence), over which the child or adult has little or no control, and from which there is no real or perceived hope of escape. <--EEEk, how murky is that!!?
I have this hope in Jesus and in His Word and I'm looking for answers...or the problem... or at least coping skills. Seeking the Holy Grail...
David Carr says it this way: “The Bible, in short, is a story of struggle for survival in the midst of devastating circumstances.” This folks is my handbook.

HUH!?!!

What's with all this "Snag" business?

2017 was/IS one of the hardest, most action packed, crisis packed years of my adult life! Hands up, hands down, hands all around. New baby that could/should have died, my brother died, I almost died, my son DID die and was was Lazarus-ed back to life (drowning)...ALL this woke up a dormant Volcano of doom CPTSD.

I was praying in the thick of it. I was praying in the thin of it. I just wanted to know why this cup couldn't pass from me! "God, show me!" When I ask this request of God it's a literal request. He showed me.

He showed me a movie clip of my life. Me holding this real tangible injury in my arms. This real, tangible, manifestation of the hurt, pain, trauma, abandonment, and fear rooted in shame, guilt, and perceived weakness from the past; in a bundle in my arms. I am carrying this load, this burden, up the hill. Willing my body to push forward up the hill. Disregarding the heaviness I was feeling down to the core of my very being, up that dang hill. Until I get to the top. Until in front to the tree I stop. That damned tree. That cursed beautiful tree. I stop, drop to my knees, and there I get to put my burden down. At the foot of the cross. There. The final resting place. So long, farewell, and good riddance to the BS once and for all. I know the Word, and hallelujah He took it all. He took it all so that I don't have to carry it anywhere past that tree. With thanksgiving and joy I leave that tree. Back down the hill.

But little did she know....

As I turned to walk away, my shirt sleeve must have snagged on the bundle. My wholeness as I walked away began to unravel. I couldn't feel it. I didn't see it. But that thing that I put down was STILL connected to me. It wasn't until along my path down the hill I started to fall. When i jerked forward this heavy load that was following me came barreling at free fall speeds right towards my head. BOOM Imagine my surprise when I realized what hit me, knocking me on my butt,was something I thought I had already gotten rid of. I pick it back up, remove the SNAG and back up I go. OVER AND OVER ANNNNDDDD OVERRRRRRR. I'm tired of the this cycle of defensive snags and I'm ready to be on the offense. Snag or be snagged.