A decade ago, I had a counselor refer to CPTSD as a “psychiatric injury” as opposed to a “mental illness”. Something about that delineation really helped me understand the reality of what was going on. It wasn’t “me” that was the problem, the problem was “what happened to me”. CPTSD is rooted in shame, a feeling of being damaged beyond repair, social withdrawal, negative self-concept/perception, dysregulation of the nervous system, as well as affect dysregulation (Sherin& Nemeroff, 2011).
As such reduction of shame and introduction of skill-building that focuses on competency is beneficial for the client. Due to the dysregulation of the autonomic nervous system, it is also beneficial to find ways to bring balance to the nervous system.
In August of 2019, I decided to go on a hike. Little did I know that hike would change just about everything in my life. I enjoyed being in the woods solo, a stark contrast to the woman who couldn’t be alone at home without fear consuming her mind. I decided to do it again, and off I went solo on another mountain local to my home. On this hike, I recognized I was fighting with this hypercritical voice in my head the entire hike, shaming me incessantly. “You can’t do this! Why do you think you’re capable of something this hard?” it would insist. From another space of my being, I resolved “I don’t care if it takes me all damn day, I’m going to climb this mountain!”, and climb I did.
Before long winter weather was approaching. Having fallen in love with the way the woods had soothed me (and not having any idea why), I began researching winter hiking. On January 2, 2020, I took my first solo winter hike in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Everything about winter in the wilderness was just stunning, the trees coated with blankets of fluffy white snow, the way the snow sounded crunching beneath the microspikes on my feet, the way you could hear every snowflake drop from the sky in the most peaceful and lovely way, all of it called me into the present moment.
I had been through 18 years of talk therapy at this point, and while I can say it was beneficial in some regards, I can say it wasn’t helping my anxiety, my shame, or my self-worth. On a trail one day, I thought to look behind me, see where I came from, when I turned forward, I had lost the trail, it all was a confusing landscape of white snow and trees that all looked identical to one another. I thought, “oh man! This is what flashbacks do to us!”
That year I hiked 420 miles and just about 100K vertical feet, all but 2 hikes were solo. I began climbing the NH 48- 4,000 footers and fell in love with the Wilderness. I stepped off the trail a completely different person who went onto it, with a sense of calm, regulation, joy, and PRIDE. Being the opposite of shame, pride was a very new emotion for me. The pride came from crushing the self-limiting beliefs others had installed in me over the years. It came from the moment I stepped on the trail abruptly after entertaining “the judge” for miles and screaming “shut the f*** up! “and continuing on with my hike without any more verbal abuse. It came from learning a whole new set of skills, compass, and map reading, the 10 essentials, gathering appropriate gear, and taking on new challenges with each passing week.
After each hike, I’d bring the experience to a therapy session, and discuss things I stumbled upon. Lessons like what I call the “3-foot rule”, where the only thing that matters on the trail is the 3 feet in front of you. Behind you only shows you what you’ve already covered, and you cannot change any part of that from this space. More than 3 feet in front of you can be anxiety-provoking and can reengage “the judge” and restart that stream of verbal abuse. One of my favorites is, “The Magical 3rd Mile”. For the first mile, I wrestle with my physical self. My hips hurt. My muscles burn. My mind says “why are you doing this? Turn around.” Then, the second mile is more of an emotional engagement “the judge” often makes an appearance, and the processing of emotional situations or difficulties seems to happen during this mile. The third mile though is pure bliss. Muscles are warm and know their job, the brain begins to quiet as cortisol and adrenaline are finally metabolizing, and it is quiet inside and out. There is a sense of stillness, awe, wonder, accomplishment, and overall relaxation that happens from this mile forward. Even when things get dicey (as they sometimes do on the trail), the regulation persists, the decisions come quickly and carefully, and rumination stops, making space for more supportive thoughts and ideas and meaningful connections with ourselves.
I often joke that I had 420 miles to figure out how to “deal with myself”, and in some respects, I think there’s some truth to that. What was puzzling me was “how did this happen? Am I just making this all up? Is it a placebo effect of sorts?”
As it turns out, journalist and author Florence Williams wrote a book called The Nature Effect, where she discusses in detail the positive effect nature has on our nervous systems. Williams also has a podcast called “The 3- Day Effect” where she follows those with significant trauma into the wilderness on 3-day treks, recording their cortisol, blood pressure, and heart rate variability at the beginning of the trip and finally at the conclusion of the trip. There were positive changes in each of those areas after the exposure to the backcountry and nature. As I became more curious, I learned of other authors with similar stories to share, author Sydney Williams, of Hiking my Feelings (book of the same title) a non-profit dedicated to the way nature impacts health and personal growth, and author Matt Landry who has written several books, including Forward, Upward, Onward on how hiking and nature contributed to his mental health and wellness.
Validating as all their combined work is to my experience, the truth of the matter is this: I found a piece of myself on every trail, every summit, every ridge, brought them home, and rebuilt myself into an authentic version of myself I have ever known, without “the judge”, with greater self-awareness and profound sense of resilience. This experience was so profoundly transformative that I applied for, was accepted to, and have been working on my master’s degree in Clinical Mental Health Counseling so that I can bring this underutilized deeply healing resource into clinical practice as part of the holistic healing process that is necessary for healing.
Sherin, J. E., & Nemeroff, C. B. (2011). Post-traumatic stress disorder: The neurobiological impact of psychological trauma. Dialogues in clinical neuroscience. Retrieved April 1, 2022, from https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3182008/
Williams, F. (2018). The nature fix: Why nature makes us happier, healthier, and more creative. W.W. Norton & Company.
Williams, F. (2018, September 27). The 3-day effect. Audible.com. Retrieved April 1, 2022, from https://www.audible.com/pd/The-3-Day-Effect-Podcast/B08DDCWV5K
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I suffer from CPTSD..
In 2019 I fled a DV marriage to an abusive Narcissist and boarded a bus with a 60 lb back pack heading West from Maine.
My plan was to work on a fishing boat in Alaska but I realized as a petite female I may encounter more abuse or worse on a remote fishing vessel.
Somehow, I ended up in Flagstaff.
Was homeless for a time..
Withing months I had an amazing job , a car an apartment..that is to say I proved to myself I COULD & WOULD survive!
At this time I made my maiden voyage to the North Rim if the Grand Canyon. I have always been a hiker/ adventurist but the Grand Canyon was not in my bucket list.
This initial trip set me up on a personal spiritual catharsis I never imagined.
I bought a year pass…organized every part of my life to support me hiking into the GC 3 days every week for a year.
I had no friends..no family.
I would ” interrogate” every hiker in the park I met to research my next trip.
I cannot even explain how much I connect to your ” 3foot rule”
Often times the trail wasn’t a trail…only rock slides where goats dare not roam!
I hiked for 10hours plus oftentimes not meeting another soul..
I had no formal training on navigation..or high tech GPS devices.
I used a map bought from the GC park store and studied them at night..in my tent by flashlight.
I remember one trip ,having thrown myself on the ground ..pack & all a few times.i looked back & wanted to retreat..the only evidence of the trail were a small stack of almost imperceptible rocks to the right of me..
I looked back the way a child wishes for a parent to save them.
I knew there was no way but forward..
I developed a mantra for my foot steps. Never hurry,Never worry, Never stop& keep moving forward..
To say what these treks did for me us impossible in this space.
I have the experience imbedded within my brain and the confidence of solo hiking created a type of new musculature within my brain.
People at the top when I returned from the Canyon floor would marvel:
YOU hiked that long
YOU did it alone
Etc
Yes and in the doing I found my own therapy.
Forgiveness if missteps
Acceptance of the Struggle
Total extreme Bliss if my own accomplishment!
Thankyou for this article
I definitely related on so many levels & as I NOW am healing from a leg fracture and must learn to now hike with a rod & screws from knee to ankle..I can feel my next hike..taste the desire to carve out my own trail along this journey & am lifted by your story.
I am so grateful that you shared part of your story here! One of the authors I mention here, Matt Landry wrote a book about his healing journey in the GC. I bet you’d find it relatable!
We have similar backstories with the DV, Narcissistic Abuse- It truly is insidious and twists up our sense of self in the years of spending our lives trying to conform to the needs of the narcissist so not to continue our walk on eggshells. The trail provided me with the space to discern my authenticity, without any interruptions/avoidance opportunities from the external world. There are so many like us who have found healing in that nervous system regulation, skill building, and deep self exploration that comes along with solo hiking.
I have screws in my ankle which I always felt would prohibit me from being as active as I am, because my ankle doesn’t have the flexibility most have. As I have with all of the other obstacles, just sort of accepted what it is and worked with it the best I could, now you’d never know there there is hardware in that ankle for the most part. You will, as you have with all of these other amazing accomplishments, rise. I have no doubts- you know the way to heal yourself, you listened to your body, pushed your psychological and physical limits, you confronted yourself and your experiences on the trail. Funny how you didn’t need for anyone to save you- the mountain spirits (canyon spirits in your case) seem to have helped you to save yourself! Courageous. Brave. Beautiful! Thank you so much for your vulnerability, as you know, it helps others along their path!
You are an inspiration to many. Having watched some of your journey, I can attest to the power of nature, the healing benefits and how it has impacted all aspects of your life.
Thank you, Kate. Sitting in my living room and had a huge breakthrough. 4 weeks post breakup and I have been having anxiety and depression like never before and today I realized why. Despite all the work I have done on my CPTSD, the M-F’er, friend of 20yrs turned lover, found my inner little girl and he had been kicking the sh** out of her for the last 5 months. (54yrs old and a breakup via text calling me a narcissist.) My intuition kept telling me he wasn’t safe; never physically abusive and the good times in between the meanness were so damn good and I was so damn lonely and ready for a real relationship. But the meanness always managed to hit the core of me. I’ve been kicking myself, ‘what could i have done better?’ but today I am mad and I realize he was able to find that wounded deep core and shove his nasty hands into my healing wounds. I will move forward. I will love that little girl back to health with friendships and therapy and AlAnon and blogs like yours. Please take care of you too!!