trauma
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The Ground Beneath
I arrived beneath grey skies and the oppressively brutal cold of a New England February, outwardly confident, but inside torn apart by trauma, shame and doubt. My hands intermittently shook, not from the cold, but as an outward reflection of… Continue reading
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Heavy Baggage
I have been thinking further about my previous piece, The Skip in the Groove. In that essay, I wrote about how certain triggers can bring one back into the trauma that you think you have been coming to terms with.… Continue reading
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