"What I've Learned About Trauma:
it isn't as easy as being 'something that happened to you'
a package you opened once
you will wake up in a new zip code
have to wander your way home
carry a few of the things you love to this new place you live now
so you buy throw pillows
you put up twinkle lights and have a big celebration
point at the open windows and tell everyone who has ever seen you crying
'look! look how I have not caged myself! look what I have built out of two paint buckets and the blessing of my still here body!'
but trauma leans into the bar cart
spills a drink on the new rug
breaks off the door handle on his way out
trauma sends you letters without warning for the rest of your life just so you remember,
trauma knows exactly where you live
who did you think build the house?"
Brenna Twohy
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' it's my fault isn't it? '
