How do you rest and let go after years of trauma and hypervigilance? How do you know it's really safe? I didn't have to be so strong anymore, and I wasn't sure that was actually forward progress.
What do we do when we don't know what to do, but stopping, quitting, or going back isn't an option? We keep going...and sometimes speak through gritted teeth in all caps.
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The cars went up and down the highway, headlights and taillights flickering through the trees. Dusk hits lately around 4 pm, and on this side of the window, my journal was open to page 360-something. I wasn't sure what to write but I wrote anyway, words about mundane things, hoping something would spark – a theme, an idea, an analogy, a memory of someth…
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