Taking space from trauma.

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With time and space, things change. Or so we hope.

Take a deep breath with me.

Maybe your mind has been running rampant in the stories of the past.

Maybe it’s been caught up in the trauma.

I swear trauma is like being underwater; your body is working overtime and your mind forgets to come up for air. For space.

I spend a lot of time reflecting on the past.

I have to remind myself of the dreams I had before the sexual trauma happened. I have to remind myself of the joy and curiosity I still have for life.

I get so caught up in the web of fragmented memories. I forget to see the bigger picture.

I enjoyed life somewhere in the land of time. I am discovering what that looks like now.

Who am I outside of the story?

Of the trauma?

There are moments when I literally come up for air.

I stop. Breathe. And remind myself, “Hey it’s okay”.

It’s over. We are here now.