Once again, a survivor speaks of the courage needed, then and now, just to remain where she has come to, and what it took to get there…. beautiful and compelling, as well as a long-time coming…. Please read and share…..
Often as an exited woman, I am told and praised for my courage.
My natural reaction is to deny it – to run away from the words – to reject that it is courage, but just some kind of force to survive, surrounded by pure luck that I was never killed.
But that is my fear doing the talking, the fear of what I had to be and do to get to where I now.
The fear of knowing I do my work through trauma – trauma that is body memories of sickness and pain, trauma that make rest very hard, trauma that replays the reason I know what I write in this blog.
That is courage.
To write to the pain, write to the reality of being tortured, write to the grief, write to find lost memory.
I know I am not alone in this courage – it is…
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