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At my worst, my fight or flight exploded 15 times a day, things were out of control.
At one point, my mind and nervous system were not under my control, I was numb, frozen, shaken, and terrified.
Being overwhelmed, terrified, anxious, furiously trying to avoid further suffering, I would risk my life to escape that hell.
It’s easy to see how addiction and suicide are the solutions too many choose to stop the pain.
Ptsd was like herding cats, wholly irrational to try and corral trauma or felines, thoughts would escape from the pack.
Without notice intense emotional terror would arrive in an instant, my fight or flight would violently fire, I was in survival mode, sometimes in public, frozen, unable to speak.
I never wanted to be vulnerable around people.
Childhood taught me being powerless will get you abused.
It is almost impossible to not think, to try and stop thoughts.
Try to stop thoughts and they will proliferate like rabbits.
Focusing on the breath intently, letting thoughts fade on their own, can be accomplished.
https://www.beabetterhitter.com/baseball-bat-sweet-spot/
When I played pro baseball, intense concentration was a skill all hitters possessed.
Sometimes, 30,000 screaming fans, along with the pressure of performing, the real danger from getting hit, possibly failing, creep into our minds.
If I could not block out everything else except that baseball, failure was assured.
You learn to spot spin, seeing the seams of the ball rotate quickly, knowing a breaking ball is coming.
If your thinking you fail. Thought is way too slow.
It sounds easy but you only have .4 seconds to locate the pitch, recognize it’s not coming towards your head, then have the hand-eye coordination to hit a round ball with a round bat.
On top of that, the sweet spot of the bat we need to hit the ball is about 8 inches long and maybe an inch wide at the barrel of the bat.
I had a head start on being able to meditate and did not know it.
Now instead of a ball, I focus on my breath, looking inward. All the while whether it is a ball or my breath, cognition has stopped.
Victory is unattainable, we fight for this moment, then the next, this simple, small, mundane existence, it is our life.
The ultimate goal is not healing, it is never giving up.
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