Somehow, my traumatic past made me feel special in a way. I had been telling those stories for so long that without them, I feared, I would just be ordinary.

We have old memories embedded into the fabric of our fascia that we are just not aware of. One time, I had brought up an old memory of my grandmother receiving the news of the death of her brother. I realized that at that moment she had moved into a gesture upon her shock.

The subject of forgiveness comes up often in conversation, but I find that when it comes to the details of what that truly entails, what that process feels like is not actually talked about.