Trauma Quotes

When the very people who tear you down
Then console you.
More die from subtle force trauma than from blunt.

well, im writing again. it isnt pretty, but it's better than not doing it.
When somebody touches you,
and you really don’t wanna be touched,
that’s not really being touched.
You still got you inside of you.

All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

                                                            —Mitch Albom

you tried to talk about it
once, afterwards.
you named it
and laid down until it was over.
you named it
and you watched people
walk away from you.
you named it
and felt ashamed.

you still said its name.

— t.m.


A lot of people feel like they’re victims in life, and they’ll often point to past events, perhaps growing up with an abusive parent or in a dysfunctional family. Most psychologists believe that about 85 percent of families are dysfunctional, so all of a sudden you’re not so unique. My parents were alcoholics. My dad abused me. My mother divorced him when I was six…I mean, that’s almost everybody’s story in some form or not. The real question is, what are you going to do now? What do you choose now? Because you can either keep focusing on that, or you can focus on what you want. And when people start focusing on what they want, what they don’t want falls away, and what they want expands, and the other part disappears.

‘The Secret’ | Rhonda Byrne


We've heard you were a victim.
Stop crouching in the shadows, chewing your hair.

You can be graceful, not like a ballerina,
like a hedge of coral,

built up and eaten and worn down
yet alive, carving the rhythms of the seas.

You can be a threshing sledge,
new and sharp with many teeth.

format by irrestible
it hapened when I was young
still developing as they call it
so it's easy to take it as blame
to take my trauma and name it
my creator, my genisis
because it has made me the strong woman I am 
today, right? made me survivor.

made me miserable to be honest
made me crazy. Made me say no
to drinks and parties and men
made me mad, made me vengeful
made me the match to the gasoline
the lade in the river, overflowing
too much rain
mostly it made me scared
of dark and men and myself
of power, of currency, of expectations

broke me, really broke me
and made me stand up without feet
made me walk and run without feet
made fun of me as I fell without feet
until I walked, and then grew feet
then made me strong. Made me survivor
made me example of survivor
good survivor

I would have walked
if I never lost my feet
I would have been strong regardless
there is no creator but myself
I had to learn again
to lose the mad and gain compassion
to become the flower instead of the dager
the smile instead of the punch
but I got there regardless

I do not remember all of what happened
I see the bruizes , the marks that come
and go and sometimes stay
on my skin
I do not remember where they came from
the accidents, the pain, the glow
all of it is lost on me
so I torture my memory
look for the years that have worn me down
in this state of constant obivion 
to the suffering I have endured
is it possible to become soft again
covered in this hard skin?
if day old scabs remind
you of years old trauma
is it possible to start over
when your skin refuses to forget
what your brain refuses to remmeber

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