Victor Frankl Trauma

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Trauma. Webster’s dictionary defines trauma as “a disordered psychic or behavioral state resulting from severe mental or emotional stress or physical injury.” As formal and specific that sounds, the direct definition does not grasp the severity of the word. Someone who is traumatized is not cured with a Band-Aid and a kiss on the cheek. It’s a long battle to overcome that state. A state of fear. A state of agony. Author, and holocaust survivor, Victor Frankl details his experience in the Nazi concentration camp as “the hard fight for existence which raged among the prisoners. This was an unrelenting struggle for daily bread and for life itself, for one's own sake or for that of a good friend.”(8) When a man is pushed to his limits, and questions …show more content…

He writes “another sensation seized us: curiosity. I have experienced this kind of curiosity before, as a fundamental reaction toward certain strange circumstances. When my life was once endangered by a climbing accident, I felt only one sensation at the critical moment: curiosity, curiosity as to whether I should come out of it alive or with a fractured skull or some other injuries.” (16) Frankl believes that trauma cause a man to experience a kind of cold curiosity. A better term for this would be a slow panic. A constant barrage of questions enters a person’s mind as the stray from the everyday life they are used to. Such as the question that arise after the loss of close friend. We all have that one friend in our neighborhood who we can count on to be there on lonesome Sunday afternoon. That friend whose house you can walk into without knocking on the door or calling beforehand. For me, that was a boy by the name of Amoni Bell. Amoni moved to Georgia during middle school. Being that school had already begun, making friends was not easy for him. However, we quickly became friends, due to the long bus ride home. Our friendship would last until our senior year in high school. Life during that time became busy. I was dual-enrolling. We had no classes together. We talked between classes, but that never lasted too long. We were still great friends, but life just gets in the way. However, one day I was going about my regular business. I remember I was getting my car fixed up before work. I don’t remember much of the conversation, but I do remember talking my school counselor. It took me a minute to realize what she said. I just sat at the mechanic’s store, went home, and completely skipped work. Of course my boss understood the situation. One of my best friends, who lives less than a mile down the road, ended his own life. I had never

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