As I mentioned in the first post in The Therapy Sessions series, it's hard to describe what it's like to be blindsided by memories of the legacy of childhood trauma while in my 50's. I have not added details in this series, nor do intend to.
My second post/song noted that for the next several songs, it's worth noting that the ages of 8, 9 and 10 were the epicenter of trauma. I have been learning the past few just how wildly impactful our childhood is.
My third song looked at how a child can form views of themselves based on trauma and not reality. This song was a loving song to remind Little Me of who I really was.
The fourth song had more to do with navigating that legacy as a man in my 50's. It's been a wild ride, y'all, but I'm getting onto solid ground.
The fifth song was meant to capture a child-like me asking God some sincere questions about why God allows life to unfold the way it does.This song is quiet, contemplative, hopefully capturing some hopeful sorrow.
The sixth song was not quiet. Part of trauma recovery is being honest about anger and the weight of all that happened, and, well, sometimes the day in front of us gets overwhelming. This song let me vent.
The seventh song was a reminder that it was not my fault, though I have carried that weight for decades, and lived out that legacy by defaulting to carrying the blame for things that go wrong.
The 8th song, "I Won't Be That Kind Of Man", was about my determination not to pass on the legacy of trauma I endured.
The 9th song is called "I Won't Be That Kind of Man." We can choose what to do with legacies: pass them on, or change them. I'm doing a bit of both.
The mirror says I’m older than my years
Every little burden leaves a mark
“God won’t give more than you can handle”
Are just words while I cry in the dark
My thoughts all now feel disconnected
Like sparks that go out as they rise
I ain’t looking for peace anymore now
Just anything to dry out my eyes
[Chorus]
Now I lay me down to sleep
And Jesus sits with me while I weep
And if I die before I wake
Do not resuscitate
[Verse 2]
I know there’s life past the curtain
Every wound finally understood
Relief from the grief will be certain
And broken things heal like they should
And I believe scarred hands will hold me
No shame, just hope to amaze
So if God calls me home before morning
Don’t drag me back from glorious days
[Chorus]
I don’t hate life
I’m just tired
Tired of heartbreak and tears
Tired of carrying everybody’s pain
While mine just languishes here
Still…
There’s a table for me in the kingdom
And I hear my chair scraping the floor
Some nights I ache to stay present
Some nights I ache for eternity more
Now I lay me down to sleep
And Jesus sits with me while I weep
And if I die before I wake
All that’s sad God will finally unmake
So please….
Do not resuscitate

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