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“Let me tell you. Before anything, what you need to do next is talk to these people. Hear their story. Tell yours, and understand you're not the only one who tried to do something good, and ended up doing something horrible. You're not the only one who's been hurt so bad that the hurt becomes part of you, as much as you hate it, that the hurt is you. You're not the only one who was betrayed by a friend, who's had the person they thought they could trust forever end their life. You're not the only one who has felt the madness creep in. Who wants to turn away from it all and keeps turning toward it. You're not the only one who has done some terrible things who will now forever try to make up for that harm. You understand. Don't kill. Don't run. Do what I did. Talk. Listen. And know. As bad as it is, we're in it together.”

“Healing isn’t just about tending to old wounds; it’s about reclaiming the life that trauma and illness tried to steal. It’s about proving to myself, and to anyone who has ever felt stuck in survival mode, that we are more than what we’ve endured. I have walked through some of the darkest corners of this world, and I’m still here. And maybe—just maybe—that means I am meant to be the light.”

“پدرم. آخرین بار. هیکل تنومند، موهای رو به عقب، چشم های کم و بیش بسته. طرحی از شیوه ی سکوتش، خمیدگی پشتش، پاهای بازش، دست هایش و عینکش کشیدم. به پولور قهوه ای اش سایه زدم، به جوراب هایش که خال های آبی داشت چین دادم. کناره های صندلی دسته دارش، بالشچه ی پشمی اش، پرده ی پشت سرش و گل های مصنوعی پارچه ای را در گلدان بدون آب کشیدم.با مداد تندتند می کشیدم. هر چه را که هنوز به چشم می خورد، ضبط می کردم. چهره ی مردی ضعیف، تنها و سرگشته را سرسری ترسیم می کردم. نگاه به زیر افکنده اش را جستجو می کردم. دیگر هیچ چیز در وجودم خانه نداشت. نه خشمی. نه اندوهی. تنم از مشت هایش جان سالم به در برده بود . سرم صدمه ندیده بود.((دارالتادیب)) دیگر چیزی نبود جز یک قفسه ی چوبی.”

“Sometimes, you lose somebody to find that love is meant to return home. And now, as I gather the ashes, I know I will live and love again, but this time, it will be me who stands in the center of that flame. This time, that love will be mine.”

“Yet, what the memory repudiates controls the human being. What one does not remember dictates who one loves or fails to love. What one does not remember dictates, actually, whether one plays poker, pool, or chess. What one does not remember contains the key to one’s tantrums or one’s poise. What one does not remember is the serpent in the garden of one’s dreams. What one does not remember is the key to one’s performance in the toilet or in bed. What one does not remember contains the only hope, danger, trap, inexorability, of love—only love can help you recognize what you do not remember.”

“We commit to our own healing in part because the realization of what we are dreaming of rests on it. It is our responsibility to one another to do our internal work, not so that we feel good alone but to stay an active part of the whole and to refuse to pass down to the next generation what pain we've accrued.”

“Abused children often find a way to live through abuse and cope with the aftermath of these experiences. This may result in common trauma responses: fight, flight, freeze, or fawn. In adulthood, these trauma responses may continue to resurface as a way of coping with intrusive memories or feelings of shame, guilt, or anger related to the abuse.”

“Healing will come with trying different things, and in order to find what works, you might have to try some things that ultimately don’t work. That’s okay. What’s important is that you’re taking steps, one day at a time. Educating yourself, apologizing sincerely, and working to support them moving forward will go a long way.”

“We all like to think that we’ll handle difficult times with clarity and perfection, but we’re all human. If someone has already disclosed to you and you’re realizing that you didn’t respond the way you would now that you know more about sexual assault, it’s not too late to tell them that you’re ready to be a strong support for them. Educating yourself, apologizing sincerely, and working to support them moving forward will go a long way.”

“Over time and with a lot of healing work, the hard days will become fewer. But there will still be some, and sometimes they will sneak up on you. Bad days do not mean you have gone backward in your healing. Being able to recognize that you’re having a hard day, identifying the trigger, and knowing what tools might help you get through the hard day are all wins. Give yourself permission to take a break, breathe, and make yourself your top priority.”

“No matter how your body and brain responded, what happened wasn’t your fault. If you fought with everything you had but were still overpowered, that’s not your fault. If you tried to run away but couldn’t, that’s not your fault. If fighting or fleeing didn’t seem like safe options, that’s not your fault. If your automatic survival response was to comply and attempt to please, that’s not your fault.”

“I'd tell her that recovery would be like the temple: built between an enormous boulder and a cliff's edge. The construction would be perilous, with the laying of every stone risking a drop into the abyss. Her trauma would be the boulder, an unforgiving hard ball within her. It can never be removed. It would never yield, erode, soften. It would take time, and respect for the delicate ecosystem, but she would slowly build something intricate around this boulder. The architecture she assembled encased the boulder, protected it from rolling over the cliff's edge. Every time she needed more building materials, she would have to descend the mountain and carry each brick up. It would break her back, turn her hands and feet hard with callouses, crush her spirit. But when the final tile slotted into place, the painstaking years on the brutal mountainside would be worthwhile in the way the far-reaching views of the landscape from the temple made her catch her breath. She would finally take in the sky and the sea, the colourful boats docked at the harbour below, the verdant rice paddies, and the tiny villages dotted in between the valleys. The boulder and the cliff won't be all she sees any more.”

“Nature and her animals bear witness to us, and we bear witness to each other, and this is how we transmit the trauma out of us… stitch by stitch to show God we’re still here, we’re paying attention, we can’t do it without their higher power, and without each other. A plea and a push, our participation. It’s all necessary.”

“Es ist für die Heilung nicht relevant, was wir früher erlebt haben. Wir müssen auch nicht versuchen, uns daran zu erinnern, Das, worunter wir leiden, erschaffen wir uns tagtäglich, in jedem Moment neu. Es handelt sich dabei um einen unbewussten Mechanismus, mit dem wir ständig Distanz zu anderen Menschen, aber vor allem auch zu uns selbst herstellen, indem wir unbewusst glauben, dass von jemandem, der uns nahekommt, grundsätzlich eine Gefahr ausgeht.”

“I will ask over and over until I die why doctors, therapists, school educators, and counselors are not looking deeply at the individual in front of them and creating a treatment plan with options that heal trauma, offer tools and adaptive coping strategies to navigate their emotional life, and address underlying mental issues before placing that young person on a rapid medicalization pathway that ignores complex dynamics of their personality and experiences.”

“In short, trauma is about loss of connection to ourselves, to our bodies, to our families, to others, and to the world around us. This loss of connection is often hard to recognize, because it doesn't happen all at once. It can happen slowly, over time, and we adapt to these subtle changes sometimes without even noticing them. These are the hidden effects of trauma, the ones most of us keep to ourselves. We may simply sense that we do not feel quite right, without ever becoming fully aware of what is taking place; that is, the gradual undermining of our self-esteem, self-confidence, feelings of well-being, and connection to life. Our choices become limited as we avoid certain feelings, people, situations, and places. The result of this gradual constriction of freedom is the loss of vitality and potential for the fulfillment of our dreams." Healing Trauma: A Pioneering Program for Restoring the Wisdom of Your Body, Peter Levine”

“In short, trauma is about loss of connection to ourselves, to our bodies, to our families, to others, and to the world around us. This loss of connection is often hard to recognize, because it doesn't happen all at once. It can happen slowly, over time, and we adapt to these subtle changes sometimes without even noticing them. These are the hidden effects of trauma, the ones most of us keep to ourselves. We may simply sense that we do not feel quite right, without ever becoming fully aware of what is taking place; that is, the gradual undermining of our self-esteem, self-confidence, feelings of well-being, and connection to life. Our choices become limited as we avoid certain feelings, people, situations, and places. The result of this gradual constriction of freedom is the loss of vitality and potential for the fulfillment of our dreams.”

“It’s about…’ but there isn’t a word for it in a language he knows. “He makes the sign again, two hands intertwined. “‘Fucking?’ “His face darkens. He makes the sign for fucking. It is different. He pushes his hands away and apart. Then he says, =Not fucking. That we have to do for them. Something we do for ourselves. Because we—= and he makes a strange sign, which she does not understand, then spells it out, *love*, repeating afterward his hands-on-heart sign. “=Do we ‘love’?= she signs back, because she doesn’t know a word for it in the spoken language he knows.… “She pulls off her shift and sits naked before him. He puts a hand up, halfway. Her hand meets his. Later she is not sure who first pulled the other closer, even though it all happens very slowly.… “Suddenly, an unfamiliar and terrifying feeling mounts through her belly to the top of her head. It seems to spread in circles, like the concentric circles at the servants’ ritual, but spreads and spreads. She cries out, ‘What is it?’ but her voice is wild and she doesn’t know what language she has used. Suddenly she cannot bear his hand any more: she clasps it to her belly and pushes against him and he comes into her harder, comes with a ragged shout of his own which he later tells her would have been words if he hadn’t, so many years ago, had his words stolen away. “They lie down then, touching over more surface than she has touched anyone in her short life, and sleep entangled like his fingers were when he made the sign for this, for whatever this has been, this that they have done together.”

“Forgiveness came to her, not in a dramatic flourish or sudden comprehension, rather it grew on her as slowly and fatefully as the fingernails crowning her hands. You participate in it. It comes from you, but it also is something that happens to you without you necessarily noticing. I don't think we have as much control over our forgiveness as we think. You can't force hair to grow faster than your body allows. I think this is okay.”

“The reason for entering the struggle is a desire for more; a taste of what life and love could be if freed from the dark memories and deep shame. No one leaves the lethargy of denial unless there is a spark of discontent that pierces the darkness of daily numbness. To live significantly less than what one was made to be is as severe a betrayal of the soul as the original abuse.”

“The Lebanese American poet Kahlil Gibran wrote, "The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." The catastrophes that carve themselves deep inside of us also leave us with increased depth, augmenting the volume of feeling we're able to hold. And how can we measure devotion but by how much the vessels that we become for our art, faith, saviors, and crusades have the capacity to contain?”