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Bessel van der Kolk
Bessel van der Kolk

Bessel van der Kolk is a renowned psychologist and author specializing in the study and treatment of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). His work has had a profound impact on understanding the psychological effects of trauma and how to effectively treat trauma survivors. more

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“Yes, there had been increasing distance between you and me--there always is between people who have been friends from a young age as each grows into her own self, which might be a self that neither anticipated on those warm summer nights when they had pledged their undying friendship to one another, staring up at millions of stars, each representing a possible future.”

“My children tell stories of the ancient world, the old world. They search for Little People on the tundra, little beings not taller than a human hand. They tell stories of strong men who stayed underwater for days. The strong men cupped their hands against the ocean floor, breathing with pockets of air made by their cupped hands. My children try to forget death by telling these old stories. They’ve carried dead bodies to the graveyard with their own youthful hands.”

“The pandemic changed us in ways that many, if not most of us, are unaware. How has your own perspective changed? What have you come to realize about the ways in which your perspective has shifted? When you think back, did you seem happier, more in-control, less anxious and more hopeful before the pandemic than you are now? Perhaps what's really changed is your perspective. That's a good thing, because it can be shifted toward a healthier outlook far more easily than you may realize!”

“He cocked his head and considered her. Would she slap his face for even suggesting this? “Trust me.” He managed to draw her to her feet, her back to his chest. “What are you doing?” Her voice came as a quick burst. She struggled against him. “Trust... me.” He wrapped his arms tightly around her, cocooning her in his embrace. If only he could keep her like this. Safe. Protected. Her arms hung by her side, her hands forming tight fists. But no punch - yet.”