Trauma

I think every person that has experienced trauma remembers who they were before it happened.

They may suppress the memory of who that person was, but I believe it still lives within all of us, waiting to be rediscovered.

It is like you are born into this world with a mirror.

A clear reflection of who you are.

The reflection you see is your pure self.

Trauma shatters the mirror.

You can glue it back together, but it is not the same as before.

You can see the visible cracks and individual pieces.

The perception of self is now distorted.

You recognize your reflection, but you look different.

An unshattered mirror represents innocence.

I wonder if everyone’s mirror shatters in their lifetime.

It seems the earlier a person experiences trauma, the more deeply it changes that person.

I believe some people are never able to glue their pieces back together.

Hardship is relative to the individual.

The same experience could happen to multiple people and it would all affect them differently.

The sensitivity of the individual determines the impact.

I do not find value in comparative struggle.

Saying one person’s life is harder than others accomplishes nothing.

There will always be someone who has it harder than you and someone who has it easier than you.

It does not invalidate your own experience.

The definition of pain is relative to one’s own life experiences.

Just as the meaning of joy is relative to one’s own pain.

In a way, trauma does open your eyes to the collateral beauty surrounding you.

It allows you to feel and see things that were hidden before, the subtle nuance of life.

I wonder how necessary trauma and pain are in the human experience.

What would life look like without it?

Would that even be possible?