I never grieved the forest I just proceeded I never knelt down To dig through the ashes I just kept moving Even when they tried To hurt me To annihilate my mind And steal my flame I continued These weren’t brave acts I survived because the alternative Meant I couldn’t learn anymore And I must keep learning at all costs This is my story of survival Of how I remained
In my healing journey, I am discovering that the core of who I am—my authentic self—has always been there, underneath layers of survival programming. I am spending more and more time feeling safe enough to be myself, and it feels liberating. Like taking off a tight mask I’ve worn for so long that I forgot it wasn’t my face. The key is creating a sense of safety for yourself. That means something different for everyone. For me, it was finding a healthy relationship with a safe, loving partner. For someone else, it might be a compassionate therapist, a trusted friend, a support group, a spiritual practice, medication, time in nature, a pet, or simply having a home where your nervous system can finally exhale. Safety isn’t a luxury. It’s the soil where authenticity grows.
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Trauma survivors healing together through creative expression, spiritual exploration, somatic practices, connection to nature, and mutual support. We offer free online workshops, support groups, and c...