I think trauma, traumatic loss takes up an a lot of room. I think feelings of loss, trauma made the essential parts of me, small. Me comes back with laughter. I feel minutes of feeling me; the person with a weird sense of humor, the person with intensity, with a large amount of insight, intuition.. the voice in my head speaks up louder.
It’s like me was diminished by pain. As pain recedes, like at a sea shore. there is me again. But different and like an old friend not seen for a while; the relationship and the communication rusty from disuse.
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