![]() As a child,The Dread helped me anticipate abuse. ![]() As soon as I am old enough to have memory, my mind and emotions have already acclimated to constant threat, terror, and boundary crossing. The Dread is directly connected to the nightmare that was my childhood. How do I explain this phenomenon? Where does it come from? Why are survivors of early childhood trauma plagued by The Dread? It makes me afraid of everything afraid to try, afraid to live. It hangs over everything seeking to destroy anything good or any enjoyment I might have out of life. A job change? Conflict? Frustration? Technology? The future? Money? Performance? Medical appointments? These things and many more alert The Dread that it is time to show up. The Dread is the anticipation of anxiety, fear, stress or threat. Is it anxiety? Is it fear? Is it stress? Is it threat? I would answer that it is all of those things and more. ![]() I can’t think of a better name for this life altering, nagging suffering than, “The Dread.” ![]() In author, Stephanie Foo’s excellent book about recovery from CPTSD, What My Bones Know, she coins the phrase, “The Dread.” It struck a chord in me. Like a living thing that comes in and out of my life as it pleases. That sounds rather odd doesn’t it? It makes dread personal. ![]()
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