{"quotes":[{"text":"One of the paradoxical and transformative aspects of implicit traumatic memory is that once it is accessed in a resourced way (through the felt sense), it, by its very nature, changes. Out of the shattered fragments of her deeply injured psyche, Jody discovered and nurtured a nascent, emergent self. From the ashes of the frantically activated, hypervigilant, frozen, traumatized girl of twenty-five years ago, Jody began to reorient to a new, less threatening world. Gradually she shaped into a more fluid, resilient, woman, coming to terms with the felt capacity to fiercely defend herself when necessary, and to surrender in quiet ecstasy.","author":"Peter A. Levine","tags":["body","fear","fight-flight","freeze","frozen","frozen-in-time","healing","healing-trauma","memory","mental-health","mental-illness","mind","overwhelmed","posttraumatic-stress-disorder","ptsd","terror","trauma","traumatized","treatment"],"id":51455,"author_id":"Peter+A.+Levine"},{"text":"Fear is a wet blanket that smothers the fiery passion God deposited in your heart when he formed you. Fear freezes us into inaction. Frozen ideas, frozen souls, frozen bodies can't move, can't dream, can't risk, can't love, and can't live. Fear chains us.","author":"Stasi Eldredge","tags":["chains","fear","freedom","frozen","passion"],"id":75198,"author_id":"Stasi+Eldredge"},{"text":"October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.","author":"J.K. Rowling","tags":["cold","frost","frozen","harry-potter","november","rain","weather","winter"],"id":76900,"author_id":"J.K.+Rowling"},{"text":"I was a prisoner inside my own body. I felt desperate, angry, stupid, confused, ashamed, hopeless and absolutely alone... And that this was of my own making. I could speak at home, how come I couldn't outside it? I have never been able to find the right words to describe what it was like. Imagine that for one day you are unable to speak to anyone you meet outside your own family, particularly at school/college, or out shopping, etc., have no sign language, no gestures, no facial expression. Then imagine that for eight years, but no one really understands. It was like torture, and I was the only person that knew it was happening. My body and face were frozen most of the time. I became hyperconscious of myself when outside the home and it was a relief to get back as I was always exhausted. I attempted to hide it (an impossible task) because I felt so ashamed that I couldn't do what other people seemed to find so natural and easy - to speak. At times I felt suicidal.","author":"Carl Sutton","tags":["alone","anger","body","confusion","desperate","expressionless","frozen","hopeless","prisoner","selective-mutism","shame","silent","speaking","stupid","suicide","torture"],"id":81707,"author_id":"Carl+Sutton"},{"text":"Spreading its wings, her love stretched out and touching his tangled, frozen soul and from the first word, became ensnared in its icy grip where it remained, intrinsically entwined within an alternating web of dreams and nightmares. Forever lost, forever lost...","author":"Virginia Alison","tags":["dreams","frozen","love","nightmares","tangled","web"],"id":88387,"author_id":"Virginia+Alison"},{"text":"The door suddenly jerks open. A wideeyedteenager bursts out. She stares at me in dazed horror. In a strangeway, I both know and don’t know what has just happened. As the fragmentsbegin to converge, they convey a horrible reality: I must havebeen hit by this car as I entered the crosswalk. In confused disbelief, I sinkback into a hazy twilight. I find that I am unable to think clearly or towill myself awake from this nightmare.A man rushes to my side and drops to his knees. He announces himselfas an off-duty paramedic. When I try to see where the voice is comingfrom, he sternly orders, “Don’t move your head.” The contradictionbetween his sharp command and what my body naturally wants—toturn toward his voice—frightens and stuns me into a sort of paralysis.My awareness strangely splits, and I experience an uncanny “dislocation.”It’s as if I’m floating above my body, looking down on the unfoldingscene.I am snapped back when he roughly grabs my wrist and takes mypulse. He then shifts his position, directly above me. Awkwardly, hegrasps my head with both of his hands, trapping it and keeping it frommoving. His abrupt actions and the stinging ring of his command panicme; they immobilize me further. Dread seeps into my dazed, foggy consciousness:Maybe I have a broken neck, I think. I have a compellingimpulse to find someone else to focus on. Simply, I need to have someone’scomforting gaze, a lifeline to hold onto. But I’m too terrified tomove and feel helplessly frozen.","author":"Peter A. Levine","tags":["auto-accident","car-accident","dissociated","dissociation","fear","floating","frozen","paramedic","ptsd","terror","trauma","traumatic"],"id":103051,"author_id":"Peter+A.+Levine"},{"text":"The sky can never be frozen because its vastness has chosenall warmth of our lives as we look abovewith unbreakable hearts armoured in love.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["armour","armoured","chosen","frozen","heart","hearts","lives","love","love","poem","poetry","sky","unbreakable","vastness","warm","warmth"],"id":109577,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["bed","beneath","cold","cold-heart","coldness","frozen","heart","lay","love","love","love","melt","mislead","misled","spiritual","spirituality","spring","under","winter","wintry"],"id":134873,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"As I feel less overwhelmed, my fear softens and begins to subside. I feel a flicker of hope, then a rolling wave of fiery rage. My body continues to shake and tremble. It is alternately icy cold and feverishly hot. A burning red fury erupts from deep within my belly: How could that stupid kid hit me in a crosswalk? Wasn’t she paying attention? Damn her!A blast of shrill sirens and flashing red lights block out everything.My belly tightens, and my eyes again reach to find the woman’s kind gaze. We squeeze hands, and the knot in my gut loosens. I hear my shirt ripping. I am startled and again jump to the vantageof an observer hovering above my sprawling body. I watch uniformedstrangers methodically attach electrodes to my chest. The Good Samaritanparamedic reports to someone that my pulse was 170. I hear my shirt ripping even more. I see the emergency team slip a collar onto my neck and then cautiously slide me onto a board. While they strap me down, I hear some garbled radio communication. The paramedics arerequesting a full trauma team. Alarm jolts me. I ask to be taken to thenearest hospital only a mile away, but they tell me that my injuries mayrequire the major trauma center in La Jolla, some thirty miles farther.My heart sinks.","author":"Peter A. Levine","tags":["anger","auto-accident","car-accident","dissociated","dissociation","fear","floating","frozen","hospital","injury","overwhelmed","panic","paramedic","ptsd","terror","trauma","traumatic"],"id":162363,"author_id":"Peter+A.+Levine"},{"text":"By death the moon was gathered in Long ago, ah long ago;Yet still the silver corpse must spinAnd with another's light must glow.Her frozen mountains must forgetTheir primal hot volcanic breath,Doomed to revolve for ages yet,Void amphitheatres of death.And all about the cosmic sky,The black that lies beyond our blue,Dead stars innumerable lie,And stars of red and angry hueNot dead but doomed to die.","author":"Julian Huxley","tags":["amphitheatres","corpse","cosmic","death","die","doom","forget","frozen","glow","light","mountains","poetry","science","volcanic"],"id":168214,"author_id":"Julian+Huxley"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":32,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}