How We Get Home Again
Nov 6 · 3 min read
There is such tragedy in stories untold. In breaths held, tongues clipped.
We are fed a “new age” ideal that only positivity sets us free and humans are built strong, but we are messy and gross and angry and violent and so many things. And we see so many of these things done by others. When the ball of trauma is then placed in your lap, what do you do? You put it on your back. You keep going. You keep “good vibes” and you try to balance it all at once.
And then you explode. I would rather look like the crazy neighborhood gypsy lady than explode and become silent…

