
“My past still haunted me … This is trauma: a near constant feeling in my gut that something is wrong, or that something terrible is about to happen, the automatic fear responses in my body telling me to run away, to take cover, to hide myself from danger everywhere. My trauma can still rise up out of mundane encounters. A sudden sight, a particular smell, can transport me back to the past.” – Edith Eva Eger
Perhaps you’ve heard it said that memory is sacred ground. But I would also argue that it’s haunted territory.
Think about it …
What happens if you live through something absolutely awful? A trauma or a horror? Something truly devastating? How are you told to handle it?
The message we pick up from society is: Bury all that stuff. Never, ever talk about it. Push it down inside. Don’t look at it…
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