I’m posting this here for future reference, and for others who wish to know more about healing from core trauma and releasing emotional baggage from past painful experience, which we all have.
I have a lot of experience doing this, and I’ve written much from the aftermath of these healing releases, but not a whole lot from within them.
This was the first time that I wrote publicly, IMMEDIATELY before and after having one. (In case you’re wondering, this just felt right, genuine, and authentic to do.)
As I felt it coming, I wrote the following as a status update. This was January 12, 2014:
I look to the near future with trembling and anticipation,
for I feel that a great reckoning is about to transpire
as the deep past wells up within, seeking release
and, in the process, granting freedom at last
from yet one more barricade to the Soul.
I had the feeling all day that I needed a song to take me back in memory/feeling to my earliest childhood, before the toddler years, to “contact” what I was feeling near the surface, but I couldn’t think of a song early enough and meaningful enough to do so. A few minutes after posting the status update above, I was walking in the yard when the song suddenly hit me:
“Kumbaya”, the song my teenage mother used to sing to me as I slept in her arms as a baby.
I stopped in my tracks, giving this thought my attention, and feeling around inside myself. The thought immediately brought tears and grimacing, so I knew the moment was close. I dropped to my knees right there and waited for it to come. (In these moments, nothing is more important.) It didn’t come all the way out–didn’t go deep enough–so I got up, put my dog in his pen, and took the next step.
I went inside and looked on YouTube for a woman’s voice singing “Kumbaya” without music. NO LUCK. So I thought of my grandmother–my mom’s mom–singing it in her sweet voice. That started to “poke the bubble,” bringing more tears, but it wasn’t enough to pop the bubble. I thought of calling her and asking her to sing it (since my mom is dead), but that wasn’t really an option.
So the thought came to me: You’ll have to sing it to yourself.
I didn’t like the idea, but I accepted it and decided to do it. I never got to the words, though. Having to sing a lullaby to myself brought an extremely pitiful, lonely feeling and that in itself popped the bubble. The pain bubbled up immediately.
I surrendered and gave myself over to it, and it had its way with me. For about 20 minutes I became, emotionally, myself as a baby again.
Mentally, I was still my adult self, and from the vantage point of my present adult mind I watched and managed the experience–as I had not done, and could not have done, when I “acquired” the pain as a small child. This is key to understanding the experience.
Deep release occurred here. As it subsided, I wrote these comments:
For some things, the only cure is to feel deep inner anguish–your own, not somebody else’s.
Do not ever stop your baby from crying. Or your child, or your sweetheart…or yourself.
[Here, my friend Alice posted: Yes. Sit with it. Lean into it. Feel it. Acknowledge it. Give it regard. Then, let it go. And cry a river! I continued:]
And cough, yell, scream, vomit, grimace, clench, grit, growl, snot, and run completely out of breath getting it out.
Ever see an infant cry so hard you think they’ve stopped breathing, and then they inhale and cry even harder, shaking uncontrollably?
Like that. Cry to the heavens for cursing you, feel regret for being born in this dirty, corrupt, filthy, broken place, only to suffer.
FEEL this, don’t think it! Surrender to it, let it topple you, let it bring you to your knees! Claw the earth, the floor, grab the carpet in your fists, beat the ground with rage for the injustice life has dealt you.
None of this is NOW, but it’s happening NOW. It’s happening NOW because it didn’t happen THEN, years ago, decades ago, when then was NOW and your mama was still a girl singing “Kumbaya” to you as you slept in her arms, when the whole cruel world could–and DID–do to you whatever it wished.
THAT is how to cry. THAT is the way to freedom. THAT is how to break free from the past, from pain, from heartbreak, from addiction, from regret, from depression.
THAT is what I want the world to know. On the other side of THAT…is freedom, the only freedom that matters–freedom to be yourself again.
Weeping like a pansy has done me very little good in my life. Regurgitating evil from within my core has done wonders…
and when laughter comes afterward,
it comes from a deeper well than before,
and it echoes mightier within.
(Originally written in January 2014 and titled “Notes on an Experience of Deep Emotional Release and Healing”)