ISOLATED

I’ve been avoiding writing lately. I’m sure many people are writing similar things.

We are all living in this weird world. Self-isolation. A virus.

It feels like some typical, apocalyptic movie, where zombies will soon be roaming the streets. (Which is probably why gun sales are skyrocketing–c’mon people!!)

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Trauma cycles

Trauma.

This feels like such a loaded word lately.

It has been an identity for me for a few years–me, the child of trauma.

Me, the teacher of traumatized children.

The word itself, when examined and detailed, feels like a trigger.

Opening up wounds, reminding me that I, too, am wounded.

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