02/07/2023
Trauma seems to have this dreary and poignant undertone. To have experienced trauma must mean I have survived the utmost unthinkable. But that's not always the case.
Trauma comes in many forms, some loud and beastly, others more subtle and progressive.
My greatest childhood trauma from as young as I can remember was my pure, ever loving heart. The unconditional ability to love with every inch of my being. Somewhat of a benevolent presence in many ways.
Birthed into a world where most have cut off their hearts to survive. Conditional love, false love.
A craving for a connection of the heart, free of speech and explanation. The merging of heart energy from one being to another.
That was safety to me.
I didn't need words, I didn't need much of anything but to know my heart was cherished and felt.
After so long I felt my heart becoming heavy, dark and black. A void of nothingness.
It's no fault of anybody, my loved ones could only meet me as deeply as they had met themselves.
The discontentment that comes from having to slowly turn off your heart because the pain is all too much to bare, was a poison I slowly slipped.
My emotions became my enemy, my heart became a burden.
Imagine how that feels to a child who is new to the school of earth. It's heart wrenching and shattering. It felt as if my heart was yearning for something that would forever be out of reach.
This world taught me that big hearts don't have a place in this world. That big hearts cause self inflicted suffering. And thus began the abandonment of my heart. A big part of my life force energy and the very essence that made me special.
But that's how I survived in a world that was all too much. I lost myself for many many years, and I continue to walk my journey home each and every day. Truly grateful for each and every step that got me here today.
So I created homes in dark and cold places that I falsified into love. Those are when the unthinkable traumas beginned to happen to me, but it all began with a progressive numbing of the heart to survive.
The point being here that trauma isn't always big and beastly. It can be slow and progressive too..
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