Trauma can be physical or psychological, but is often both. Trauma is an external force, internalized. It’s a swallowed threat. Some people can stomach it. Some regurgitate.
Imagine a stressor was a piece of undercooked chicken. It goes in juicy, well-seasoned, though vaguely unthawed, only to be ejected as a jaundiced hot mess. Herein the pulverized poultry may lie the crux of PTSD, Anxiety Disorder, and Schizophrenia.
Sufferers have very limited control over the inevitable negatives of life. The body suffers, as it would in a case of food poisoning, to process and eliminate the invader. Regurgitating the external threat causes fear, which manifests as isolation, poor sleep, and depression. The positive side of these symptoms is that any reaction to trauma indicates the mind has an intuitive need to recover, albeit inefficiently, but enough to alter the original event so it can be managed.
What about self-induced trauma? Let’s say you’re fairly certain the chicken is underdone as you carve it, yet you consider the appealing prospect of calling in sick to work the next day. I imagine disorders such as Bulimia cultivate deep-seated esteem issues, as well as procrastination in processing trauma. When self-harm is more motivating than self-growth, the mind is making a misplaced effort to recover from stress through unconditioned stimuli like food and drugs.
None of this is profound psychological knowledge, and I’m mostly writing this to remind myself that my vices are simply catalysts in a motion to reach ultimate balance, equilibrium.