Reconnection
One morning I woke up, and my teeth were not clenched anymore. My face wasn’t twisted by nightmares. I had … Continue reading Reconnection
Mourning
The first thing it makes space for is sorrow. As the rage and terror ebb away, the grief can overwhelm … Continue reading Mourning
Remembrance
In many faith traditions, remembrance is a sacred act. A devotion to God. Buddhism in particular offers a definition of … Continue reading Remembrance
Safety
I knew safety was the first step towards healing after trauma. But I had thought that simply meant pushing my … Continue reading Safety
The Stations of the Cross
Nothing, other than chronic illness, has acquainted me more intimately with death than trauma. Through the violence that one body … Continue reading The Stations of the Cross
On Father’s Day Weekend
My father kept an old Yamaha acoustic guitar in his bedroom. Sometimes I ran my child-round fingertips over the strings … Continue reading On Father’s Day Weekend
After He Strangled Me
The next morning I went downstairs to breakfast in the dining hall as usual, but it wasn’t usual. I sat … Continue reading After He Strangled Me
