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If your current state of being were a pattern in nature, what would it look like? A wild, tangled vine? A quiet, gathering fog? A sudden, sharp crystalline structure? Mine would be a spider’s web: it looks fragile but is actual incredibly strong.

Sometimes the memories are not lost. They are written in a different language you can learn to understand, encoded in your body and deep in your psyche.

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

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I like this one 😊

I found this mannequin at a thrift store for $2 and I’ve got some multi colored small glass diamonds and grit that I want to cover it in. It should be beautiful when it’s finished, i want to hang it ohr garden but I just need to start!!

Love languages of trauma survivors 💜 My favorites are Info dumping and parallel presence. I do this by sharing my endless list of random “fun facts” with my partner that blow his mind 😁. Like, there is a tribe in Colombia where children preparing to be shamans are raised in complete darkness in caves. Wut. As for parallel presence, sometimes I love to just sit with my partner doing different things but just chilling together in silence.

Paint By Number app. Be lovely to have this drink 😋☀️

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Trauma responses aren’t character flaws—they’re survival strategies. When your nervous system perceives danger, it automatically shifts into patterns that evolved to keep you alive. Fight, Flight, Freeze, Fawn, Flop, and Friend aren’t conscious choices; they’re protective responses that once made sense, even if they no longer serve you. Healing isn’t about judging these responses—it’s about understanding them, appreciating how hard they’ve worked to protect you, and gently teaching your nervous system that it’s finally safe enough to respond in new ways. 💜

Coloured waiting in the airport

Someone posted something about trauma so thought I’d post this for them… this is a good circle for anyone dealing with complex trauma or big emotions 💜

I’m learning about Advaita Vedanta, a Hindu spiritual tradition. Emerging from the Upanishads over two thousand years ago and later refined by the philosopher Shankara, Advaita isn’t a philosophy of positive thinking—it’s a radical inquiry into the nature of consciousness itself. It asks whether the distinction between self and world, subject and object, is ultimately as solid as it appears. Advaita Vedanta is one of the oldest and most sophisticated schools of Hindu philosophy. Rooted in the Upanishads and refined by the 8th-century philosopher Shankara, it is less a religion than a rigorous inquiry into consciousness itself. Through reason, meditation, and self-investigation, it asks a radical question: Who are you before every thought, memory, emotion, role, and identity? Its central claim is that our ordinary sense of being a separate self is incomplete—that beneath the constant movement of experience lies a deeper, indivisible reality in which the distinction between self and world begins to dissolve. As someone interested in trauma, I find its deepest insight isn’t that suffering is unreal. It’s that awareness can investigate suffering without collapsing into it. Healing still requires safety, relationship, and the body. But perhaps the freedom Advaita points toward begins when we become curious about the one who is aware of every experience, rather than only the experiences themselves.