That’s Life
Life is treacherous. Trauma is bound to happen to all of us in so many different horror forms. Like a Cali girl in Nashville scared as fuck of a damn tornado that actually hits. Or a Nashville gal in Cali terrified of a damn earthquake that doesn’t. Once the storm passes, it doesn’t mean it didn’t exist. Or that it can’t ever happen again. Or for those fortunate folk it hasn’t captured, it doesn’t mean that it won’t. For when it does, it can be extremely overwhelming to pile up all the traumatic rubble that life has knocked over our heads. I’m talking about those Mike Tyson knock outs. Those hits that can forever damage our confidence and uproot your very own morality. Maybe sometimes we need the triggering reminders to help us see the tower of life that’s been built. Imagine how tall your tower would be if all of your trauma bricks were stacked. Mine would probably be half way to heaven by now…But maybe that’s the purpose. Maybe trauma blocks are put into our lives to build us up to t...