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I've posted here about recurring nightmares I've had from PTSD. Specifically about a poor kitten my mother killed when I was a child. Nightmares about it were rooted in domestic violence trauma throughout childhood and youth until I left home at 17 in 1975.
So by the same token, I wanted to report recurring healing PTSD dreams I've begun to have in the past six months. When I came to the US from war and home strife in South America in 1975, I knew no one. I sure didn't know how to be a North American youth.
That year Bruce Springsteen was on the cover of both Time and Newsweek magazines at once for his hit record "Born to Run." Since I'd run away from home, it became my thing.
I've been a fan ever since. I've been to lots of shows. For me and other fans like me it's like going to church. Turns out his relationship at home as a youth was like mine. It's seen in his song "Independence Day" about leaving home young like I did for the same reasons.
Anyway, I've started to dream that you, my PTSD DS friends here, and I are at Springsteen concerts backstage. We're with with him and his band just chatting after a show. He and his band "get" what we're about, and we "get" him and his band. There's no need to explain, as there so often is with PTSD. We're all connected, all is understood. We belong.
Springsteen wrote a song called Land of Hope and Dreams years ago about that feeling. It has a line in it that says "meet me in the land of hope and dreams." In my dreams, all of us from PTSD DS do just that.
I don't mean to be either trite with fandom or spooky about mind power. This is just the healing of the mind at work, some mind mending. I thought I'd report it. I thought I'd in turn invite others here to offer up ways you find your mind mending from PTSD, too. Blessings.
So by the same token, I wanted to report recurring healing PTSD dreams I've begun to have in the past six months. When I came to the US from war and home strife in South America in 1975, I knew no one. I sure didn't know how to be a North American youth.
That year Bruce Springsteen was on the cover of both Time and Newsweek magazines at once for his hit record "Born to Run." Since I'd run away from home, it became my thing.
I've been a fan ever since. I've been to lots of shows. For me and other fans like me it's like going to church. Turns out his relationship at home as a youth was like mine. It's seen in his song "Independence Day" about leaving home young like I did for the same reasons.
Anyway, I've started to dream that you, my PTSD DS friends here, and I are at Springsteen concerts backstage. We're with with him and his band just chatting after a show. He and his band "get" what we're about, and we "get" him and his band. There's no need to explain, as there so often is with PTSD. We're all connected, all is understood. We belong.
Springsteen wrote a song called Land of Hope and Dreams years ago about that feeling. It has a line in it that says "meet me in the land of hope and dreams." In my dreams, all of us from PTSD DS do just that.
I don't mean to be either trite with fandom or spooky about mind power. This is just the healing of the mind at work, some mind mending. I thought I'd report it. I thought I'd in turn invite others here to offer up ways you find your mind mending from PTSD, too. Blessings.
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I haven't written in my diary on my computer since May because I thought that my computer was dying. I got away from writing but my computer is hanging in there. I think that I will start writing in it again. It's so therapeutic.
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First, I hope everyone is doing well, and continuing to fight that good fight! Keep up the great work on yourselves; I'm rooting for all of you!So, I started doing therapy at the beginning of the year, when I was in my most depressed state, but with my therapist, I made big changes and steps in the right direction. But, over a month ago, she couldn't take my insurance anymore, and I had to stop...
Cant say Ive had a comparative experience, though I find dreams very interesting.
So yeah, I wasn't there, but it was kind of a life time experience for my ex-stilt walker :)
Bruce is apparently a really decent guy in person.
Everything that dies one day comes back
So put your make-up on
Fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Bruce Springsteen City
I love the expression, Mind Mending.
I believe my nightmares are part of the mind mending, also. The extent of my amnesia remains a fair indicator of how willing I am to re-visit those psychic wounds which never received their needed healing attentions. It took repeated nightmares to force me to go there. When I stopped fighting it and found the courage to go there willingly, the healing could begin.
So when is the concert?
i do use music and specific songs that mostly worked and work for me, some are on english some on my first language
music is one of my healing way and it is variety of music genre and songs in another languges
it really works for me as a one of tools that i use for my doing and feeling better and easier to go through
guayaba--that's a cool "6 degrees of separation" story. Wow. Performing at Springsteen's birthday party. Must've been awesome.
arfie--as always you throw a new perspective on this, too. I agree that my nightmares have been mind mending as well. Now my attitude toward ghosts is to go toward them, not run away. Reverse haunting? Ha! Nice song of Springsteen's you chose there, too. When is the concert? I'll take another nap and let you know what my subconscious says.
sidarta--your story of music in your first language touched me. Same here. There's a musician from my country in South America in particular who was also a refugee from the war I escaped from. He had to go live in Holland to be safe. He wrote the most beautiful homesick songs. Today on NPR radio I heard a report of an young Iraqi boy who escaped that war and now lives in North Carolina. He was so happy to be alive and out of the war. As the radio interview ended, he sang his favorite song from Iraq back home in his first language. It brought tears of joy to my eyes to hear him. The interviewer on the radio there in his presence said it brought tears to her eyes, too. The last thing she said before she signed off.
Blessings, everyone. And sweet dreams to all!