I was around 5 years old when my mother badly cut her wrist. A big ceramic pickle vat fell off the counter and shattered on the floor. I was outside and heard her scream for me. I raced inside. She told me to run get a neighbor. I was so scared I ran as fast as I could. On the way I tripped, fell, scrapped my knee and twisted my ankle. I managed to limp the rest of the way, got the neighbor, and my mom was taken to the hospital for stitches. prom apparels With Keyhole cut out

After that traumatic day when m ... om hurt herself, I do not remember ever thinking about my ankle. It seemed to heal without giving me any trouble.

Years later when having body work done the therapist got to my ankle and without warning I began to cry. Yes there was a little pain but the tears were caused by being flooded with the memory of my mother and the events of that day so long ago. It is so interesting how my body stored the memory and after many years it surfaced.

Our bodies are amazing storehouses of information. Sometimes we need a little help to completely release an emotional trauma that while we may have long forgotten, to our body it is still a real memory. # YourBodyIsMagnificent