“Let the past die.”
As if they are not aware that trauma is like recurring movie.
Played over and over.
In every cell of our bodies.
Deeply enmeshed in our ciphers.
For trauma survivors, the past never dies.
Trauma is etched into the fabric of our beings. It enters and makes a home in the deepest recesses of our bodies and psyches. The past hides where no one can see. It encapsulates what is good and pure, feeding from our life force. Its death grip often prevents us from fully reaching the light of our paths. Its consequence lives on. Its circumstance remains.
Trauma sleeps…and sleeps…then suddenly awakens from its slumber when faced with emotions/situations/people that mimic its shape and form. It makes its way into our skin, our cells, our memories. It feeds on our bones. Its energy runs through our blood. It convinces us humans disappoint, abuse, fail to protect…because they in fact do. It retreats and it roars. But the past does not die. Sometimes she’s quiet and sometimes she screams.
It is “not voiceless; but deliberately silenced.” (Arundhati Roy)
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