Abuse.

We all have, and will face trauma, induced by another person.

All. Of. Us.

To the degree, however, very, very different.

NONE of these events to be compared.

I will piss a lot of people off with my next statement.

But.

Not all abuse is created equal.

Trauma, can, in fact, be weighed and measured.

The reality being, some forms can be found heavier.

More toxic.

More profound.

Undeniably harder to recover from.

And the deeper the pain, the more we push it down.

Down so low, we wonder if it even occurred.

Perhaps even normalizing it.

Leaving scars so deep, even we do not know their depth.

Until one day they surface, unannounced.

With a vengeance, forcing us to relive it, suffer, and come to terms.

Wondering if we want to forget.

Want to forgive.

Want to move past.

Hoping in our hearts, that perhaps these experiences have made us better.

More understanding.

More compassionate.

Also wondering if these experiences have discredited us.

Tainted us.

Ruined us.

Knowing that, we will, in fact, never know.

But with the comprehension that it did change us.

But determined to be better than whatever has transformed us.

Hurt.

Taking back the control we had lost.

Making the future better than the one that we lived.

Trying to be sure we don't add to anyone else's injuries.

Being mindful that we don't want to cause anyone else to recover from our behavior towards them.

On them. To them.

The way we had heal from others treatment of us.

May we all be mindful to be a person that NO ONE needs to recover from.

Xoxo,

C.