It was a Trauma Bond

Journal Entry

This post is basically a journal entry, the way I do them these days. It’s the raw journal reclamation part of this substack channel. This is the reclaiming space for this without having to be diplomatic or mindful of how I sound. I ask you to honor the process and emotion around this, without jumping to judgments, without deciding if you have to agree or condone anything, without assuming that this is me stating beliefs or landing on one way of seeing things. I don’t have to see from all perspectives when I’m processing. The parts of me holding these feelings and reactions need to be heard by me, so I am holding space and listening. I am not shaming, silencing, fearing, or telling them to go away. I am not diminishing their feelings or concerns by asking them to see from someone else’s perspective. Once these parts know they are seen, heard, understood, and have all the space they need, the emotions are able to become medicine, rather than hardened concrete.

I need this space to express and it feels more complete and healing if I get to share that process with you. I hope it gives you space and permission to have this space too. You are not alone. You are seen and heard.

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