This phrase caused me to pause, and have to take a breath. It’s implications, to me, are vast, painful, and freeing. Conversing with trauma is an invitation to witness what is unspeakable, words fail, and you are left with a raw, sensory-laden experience. How do we be faithful witnesses to our own, and others stories? And how do we do this without being driven, compelled, or controlled by the natural bodily responses to fight, flee or freeze in the face of horror? To remain in the conversation without responding with survival of self in mind, is probably, I think, one of the most difficult things to do.