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A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
And some memories never leave,
I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted. Sometimes I really believe it, that I am going to save my life a little.
Teaching people how to regulate their emotions is crime prevention. It’s addiction prevention. It’s suicide prevention. It’s generational healing. It’s how we stop raising adults who explode, implode, or shut down at the first sign of discomfort. Emotional regulation is not just a soft skill. It’s survival.
It’s the foundation of a society where people can disagree without dehumanizing each other, where accountability isn’t seen as an attack, and where conflict doesn’t always have to mean violence. When we raise emotionally aware humans, we don’t just reduce violence — we build a society where disagreement doesn’t require disrespect, where accountability isn’t mistaken for attack, and where people know how to pause before they explode, implode, or shut down.
I am like all the others here, built of wounds and of wounding. If I could kill one thing in my body, I would murder this: a furious hunger that is in me, that runs through me. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in…
