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Your comment reminds me of an essay I wrote to my therapist about a beautiful, strong, injured woman I knew in high school. She was there for me, when I was feeling I would die soon, a terrible time. She was one of a few women I have known who I describe as broken and whole. And what I mean by that, and what I sort of hope for people like us, who've been traumatized, is not that we can exactly undo the trauma, because I don't believe it's possible, but that we will be like oaks, like strong old trees, knots and all- not symmetrical, not unblemished, but powerful and rooted. For me, healing is owning our experience, being self-aware and giving of ourselves to others, both to receive and help. My high school ally, she'd lost her fiance to war, and she was never happy in the same way again, as far as I could perceive. She was wounded, but though scarred, she was definitely whole, powerful, owning some happiness, and wise. That's kind of what I aspire to be.I still have lingering doubts I can ever be "fully healed."
It would be me discovering the real me, who I was meant to be,
And what I mean by that, and what I sort of hope for people like us, who've been traumatized, is not that we can exactly undo the trauma, because I don't believe it's possible, but that we will be like oaks,