The Sounds of Springtime and PTSD

It’s 5 a.m. and the early birds are singing a lovely song as they wake each other up before sunrise. The bright yellow tulips are half-way open, the buds on our trees are out, yesterday, the wasps were trying to decide if they wanted to make our deck their new home, and I have a bit of a farmer’s tan from being outside all weekend. Jackets off, shorts and flip flops on, it’s April in MN and 58 degrees is shorts weather after enduring months of layers and mittens.

I love the sounds of springtime. But when the calendar starts to remind me that May Day is coming, the spring evenings smell a certain way, and full moons hurl me back to the past in a flashback of terror, that can make this time of year challenging. The triggers and flashbacks happen because that’s the nature of PTSD. It brings back the past when I would much rather live in the present. 

This spring I have more tools than I had a year ago. I have another year of accepting and coping with my diagnosis and the effects of the trauma. I have incorporated yoga-nidre into my mindfulness practice and made some wonderful new friends.

I would be grateful if my symptoms would go away as we anticipate the new season. The birth, and growth of plants and animals. The excitement for change as we put our renewed energy from the winter blues into projects and outside activity. For me, my symptoms decrease during the winter. Not as much trauma happened during the winter months, so I don’t have the anniversary time of year triggers. Spring brings memories of rituals; rituals that went awry, which left deep-seeded damage to my mind, and spirit. I have processed the memories, but the damage is deep, so often the sounds, smells, moon phases and beautiful springtime renewal comes with a shadow side. Not always, not every day, but when the symptoms of PTSD decide to rear their head from a sight, sound, smell or a certain touch, springtime becomes triggering.

In the spring, I  know part of what I have to cope with is triggers, triggers everywhere. I’ve been hurt, I’ve been abandoned, I’ve been threatened, but I’m not going to let the effects of my trauma keep me from the life I want. I am living with my past, living in my truth and recognizing and acknowledging the feelings of internal contentment when those moments come. Those are the goals I set for myself eight years ago when I first started my healing journey. Somedays those goals seem as far away as the furthest star, and other days I can see them just through the clutter, almost there.

The change of season can make my life a bit more difficult, and my symptoms can seem daunting some days, but deciding to live with my truth, accept my past and continue to emerge from the shadows of silence helps me smile, and relish in the beauty and the sounds of springtime.

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Thank you for reading my memoir, Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph


14 thoughts on “The Sounds of Springtime and PTSD

  1. Alexis Rose May 12, 2017 / 9:53 pm

    Its a process, thats for sure! 😊


  2. ptsdparenthood May 12, 2017 / 9:50 pm

    The holidays are my huge trigger season. I have yet to figure out how to handle them gracefully, but I’m still trying. I suppose we will do better each year so long as we keep aiming forward! Wishing you well.

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  3. Alexis Rose April 25, 2017 / 7:11 pm

    Thank You so much Nancy! I think of you, and think I could never have persevered with such a beautifully intact spirit that you have. You are definitely one of my inspirations! Thank You so much for the review on Goodreads. So much love to you my friend!


  4. Christy B April 25, 2017 / 5:56 pm

    You sound like you are determined to get through another spring and that is wonderful to read xx Be strong and those triggers will not be a downfall ~ Take care

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  5. Nancy April 25, 2017 / 5:14 pm

    So well put and an encouragement for others who have PTSD and those daunting invisible triggers which I also experience. You are such an inspiration, Alexis. Your scars run much deeper than many can understand because ritual abuse of a child is traumatic for some to wrap their minds around it. ❤ you, Alexis Rose. I wrote another review of your book on Goodreads.

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  6. grace to survive April 25, 2017 / 5:59 am

    Oh how I wish the beauty of spring didn’t bring such memories. I admire your fortitude.

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  7. Alexis Rose April 24, 2017 / 5:29 pm

    Thank You Kristina. That means a lot to me coming from you. 💕

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  8. Kristina Cox April 24, 2017 / 5:22 pm

    Thank you so much for sharing! It really inspires me! You’re so strong! 💜

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  9. Alexis Rose April 24, 2017 / 4:04 pm

    Thank You! Yes, I am sitting outside soaking up some vitamin D right now. 😃

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  10. Alexis Rose April 24, 2017 / 3:12 pm

    Yes…calm lizard brains are the goal! 😃


  11. hannahgreenexx April 24, 2017 / 3:00 pm

    A really honest and heartfelt post – thanks for sharing and hope you’re able to appreciate some of the spring time xx

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  12. J Z April 24, 2017 / 12:59 pm

    Well that sucks. I’m worse in the winter and you in the spring. Winter means, holidays, birthdays, arguments, sexual exploitation, and all the associated guilt, trauma, blackmail, gaslighting, and other stuff.

    Good thing we’ve been down the now rutted roads of our seasons of trauma. We can try to keep our feet on the ground and our lizard brains semi-calm.

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