The more I tried to ignore these symptoms the more they started to creep into my life.
Guest Post: The Trauma Egg by Kimberly Bryant
On the outside I was saying goodbye to my home, my school and my friends but in my heart I was saying goodbye to the life I wanted and the hope that it would be better then it was.
This was the moment of my Surrender
This poem is the breaking heart of a child losing her childhood.
They say time heals all wounds. Unfortunately time also has a way of opening the deepest ones back up.
With life being dictated by things I couldn’t control, I instead clung to the things I could.
In reality, there was no "pre-trauma" to my life, I was born into it.
To start at the beginning is too complex. This isn’t a bedtime story that can begin with a “Once upon a time” and end with an “And they lived happily ever after”.
Welcome to my journey and enjoy... This is a diary of a trauma survivor.
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