I’ve been reading a book lately that has had me in pieces a few times. It’s about the science behind how our bodies hold onto our traumas and what we can do knowing that.
So far the tears shed have been over case studies I relate to and examples of trauma in the body that fit me. Naturally the personal is what bites. Sometimes it’s as simple as me agreeing through personal experience to what is being scientifically found, but other times my vision is obscured from the tears and heart wrenching sobs for myself. My entire body feels for the chances I never had to truly succeed or have a healthy body and the unbearable memories that accompany some stories.
I know I need to write those stories. I know sharing them outside my memory could help me heal. They’re just too much. And some of the other stuff, though important to my development, aren’t as raw and so feel insignificant to work on right now. Perhaps I should set a schedule for writing, where I just write regardless of topic or intention. Just write.
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