For so many years, I wondered what was wrong with me. Maybe I’m not eating for my blood type. Maybe I’m allergic to my laundry detergent. Maybe there’s mold in the basement or a parasite in my brain. Maybe I should be on a raw foods diet.
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And I’m not saying these concerns are invalid. They are valid. But what I didn’t realize was the urgency my body had to heal unresolved trauma. That I was running from myself, finding every hard task I could think of to muscle through to fill my days, just to avoid being still and feeling the syrupy sickness of all that agony and uncertainty coming to the surface.
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But that old trauma will find its way out, like any splinter that shouldn’t be there. It might come out ringing in your ears or tightening up your hips or giving you migraines or hoarsing up your voice.
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Whatever way that old trauma can find to emerge, it will find its way out. And we eventually have to let it out and soothe those old wounds, so we can finally begin to heal from the inside out and get some damn relief. And guess what—we are worth our own time and effort. We deserve peace.
-JLK
