The hardest thing I’ve had to accept and own along my journey is that I will never be the person I was before trauma shattered my world.
Not that I had the perfect world, but it was mine and I had spent a lifetime creating it. I believed I could co-exist with my trauma and I would just be able to fold it into my life and make it my friend. Oh, my friends, how arrogant and wrong was I. There are not many days that go by that that doesn’t still make me feel angry and sad and even weak. But I’m learning this is a process and we will have days that end with us feeling empowered because we’ve conquered a fear, and the next deciding it’s too much work to get dressed. And you know what? Once we accept that we may forever have both of those days, sometimes simultaneously, we’ll have made it a little bit farther down our journey.