“The truth is, what feels like your crucifixion doesn’t have any quick fixes, only slow movements in a never-ending dance.
Time or words alone can’t always soothe the wounds that can’t be put into language.
Trauma can speak in a foreign tongue and weave its code into every cell – this is the type of pain where the body and the mind both keep the score.
Sometimes the only band-aids you have are platitudes mixed with the raw truth.
Those days where you feel like you won’t survive and the days where you learn you can, and all the beautifully horrific moments in between.”
An edited excerpt from; Read This During The Worst Moments Of Your Life | Thought Catalogue