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“It's funny how, sometimes, the mind won't let the body remember what's been done to it. It chooses, at will, to take the abusive memory and bury it. As if to nurture away the pain by making us forget it's there. Not remembering trauma doesn't mean we're left without its effect. It still comes up and out, at a certain smell, sound, sight, touch, question, tone, location, person, people, personality. Waiting to be noticed and brought to the light. Letting it, and peeking into where it's from, is the path to making sense of ourselves and finding the particular healing we've been kept from having.”

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Book:Gay Girl, Good God: The Story of Who I Was and Who God Has Always Been
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MindShootingRiddlesRoland DeschainJake ChambersSusannah DeanEddie DeanHenry Dean
Book:Wizard and Glass
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