The thing about childhood trauma, is you get tired of it. It is wearying to heal, so very wearying. Still I feel as if I carry a bright lantern and am being led through a dark, subterranean maze. I think there could be treasure down here.
Doesn’t help that I have a bad chest cold today and have to scour for a house inspection, go to work and help children with homework. That said, this is my life and it is good and safe now. I have a partner who loves me dearly, whose very scent is comforting in that way of oil of argon or sandalwood. I have a dog, also a survivor, who is always with me, often underfoot, but with me.