How Trauma Can Teach You
Bookmark your trauma, don’t tear out its pages.
If Trauma was a person, he’d be severely misunderstood.
Like a high school teenager, stereotyped for his mass of tattoos, grungy Mohawk, and menthol cigarette, drooping from his scowling lips. Passers-by would side-step around him and avoid meeting his eye, never outwardly acknowledging his presence. But then he’d…