If we have screaming, raging (hurt, scared) toddlers and grumpy, individuating and bewildered teenagers, inside us, no wonder life feels like a handful

Trauma writing. What I’m Thinking about..

Trapped, in there

I’ve realised over the last few years that I have a lot of pain, both fighting to get out and habitually staying in.

Feeling sucked in when in public, closed off, blinds shut, dust particles slammed into an ever-expending case.

And choking.

You’d think it’d be healthy to get those pieces, the broken remnants, out of me.

Or, at least, what can feel broken

Slow release, existing in trauma

(Child part take down / shut down)