Daring to Share:
Trauma to Recovery
Special Edition 2019
MEET EMPOWERED WOMEN IN RECOVERY
WHO FOUND THE COURAGE TO SHARE IMPACTFUL ACCOUNTS OF SURVIVAL BY DESCRIBING DEGREES OF RESILIENCE MOST CANNOT IMAGINE COMMITTING TO
DIANA REYERS INTRODUCES
6 AUTHORS | 6 CHAPTERS | 6 STORIES
Excerpt from Daring to Share: Trauma to Recovery
Chapter 3 - Trauma to Recovery: Love by Jamie Stimson
Throughout my life, I endured many sorts of trauma. I was abused mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally and sexually. But, that particular day I was arrested and thrown into jail was the most traumatic experience I’ve ever gone through. The next day I woke up to the jail guard opening my cell door. He handed me a lunch tray; I guess I slept through breakfast. I asked him if I could get something to drink and he handed me a cone-shaped paper cup. I told him that the tap wasn’t working and his reply was that I had to push really hard on it. I was about to ask him if he would help me but my pride stopped me, so I did it myself and suffered through the pain. That water tasted amazing!! Once I managed to finally quench my thirst, I began experiencing mixed feelings of relief and sadness. I was relieved because I wasn’t dead. The night before, Jackie told me over and over again that I was dead, so to realize I was actually alive was a blessing. As the amount of the Mace substance decreased on my body, there was a definite reprieve from the burning feeling I experienced and, best of all, the voices went away.
I felt sad because I asked God to wake me up from this nightmare back in Canada back with my children, but I woke up alone in that cell. They put me in with the general population after being in the hole for four days. I was very happy that I still had my own jail cell and didn’t have to share one. But, I was only allowed out of my cell for four hours a day and that is when I got to watch tv, shower, clean my cell and talk with the other incarcerated woman. Women don’t scare me. In the past, I went toe to toe with guys over two hundred pounds; I got my ass kicked, but I didn’t go down without swinging first, so like I said, the women in jail didn’t scare me. But, the jail was as scary as I thought it might be; I won’t go into the details but trust me, it just was.
For the first week I was in there, I only had the bible to read. Not only did I read it to pass the time, but I was actually drawn to it. I just couldn’t get enough of it. That bible got me out of my head and distracted me from the drug withdrawals and hunger pains I was experiencing. I was always very hungry and craved sugar coming off of crystal meth. Every night when the lights were shut off, I prayed. One night while I was struggling with hunger pains, I prayed to Jesus to support me through them. At lunchtime the next day, the guard handed out the trays of food and all of a sudden she asked if anyone wanted a second tray because there were extras. I couldn’t believe it and I immediately jumped all over that!! The woman in the cell beside mine who had been locked up for nine months told me that this never happened. She grabbed a second tray of food as well. I was grateful that my prayers satisfied that woman’s hunger pains too.
This collection of moving stories was created through
The Dream Project at Karis Support Society through the
collaborative support of
Philippa Douglas & Diana Reyers