“The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love, The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations, Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news, the fitful events; These come to me days and nights and go from me again, But they are not the Me myself.” WarSelfLossPovertyIndifferenceSicknessMisfortuneWalt WhitmanSong Of MyselfYou Are Not Your Traumas Author:Walt Whitman