Thursday, April 11, 2019

So I tend to write when I'm afraid of something or feeling something so deeply that it might split me apart. The writing grounds me.

My last two posts were written in moments of doubt but nothing came from them. No flares. No trauma. No illness. My daughter has continued to do amazingly well.

Months and months of wellness. An entire school year of calm and normalcy. Morning after morning of getting dressed for school without issue. Miraculous. You have no idea.

The trauma of the last six years has left us. Almost whole. Quiet. Happy. Peaceful.

The trauma has also left us with broken pieces. Pieces with jagged edges that don't fit nicely in to our normal world. Edges that hurt when we remember.