#trauma

Truth is in our blood. It is the essennce of our being. It is the best part of us, the core of what makes us human. It is our soul, our fundamental genetic beauty, and our spirit. We were created perfect, and despite the inevitability that we loose some of that perfection when we mature and develop in the midst of others who are wounded, we always retain the capacity to become perfect once again. The soul may be buried deeply, but as long as our hearts beat there remains hope. ↗

— Daniel Mackler

#truth #beauty

A bad thing happened to you kids, Dad said. But it could have been worse. So much worse, Mom said. But because of you kids, Dad said, it wasn't. You did so good, Mom said. Did beautiful, Dad said. ↗

— George Saunders

#children #trauma #beauty

Experience has taught us that we have only one enduring weapon in our struggle against mental illness: the emotional discovery and emotional acceptance of the truth in the individual and unique history of our childhood. ↗

— Alice Miller

#individual #truth #experience

It's one thing to have your partner tell you he or she has multiple personalities, and it's another to walk in on your partner and find him or her sitting on the bedroom floor, speaking in a child like voice, having a tea party with stuffed animals. ↗

— Karen Marshall Tracey Alderman

#dissociative-identity-diroder #mpd #multiplicity #multipple-personality-disorder #trauma-experiences

Anything that’s human is mentionable, and anything that is mentionable can be more manageable. When we can talk about our feelings, they become less overwhelming, less upsetting, and less scary. The people we trust with that important talk can help us know that we are not alone. ↗

— Fred Rogers

#fear #friendship #inspirational #trauma #trust

Declaring independence was the most traumatic decision I had to live up to. Because I didn't want to do it. ↗

— Ian Smith

#decision #declaring #had #i #independence

I am one of the 11.5% of New Yorkers who remain traumatized by the events of September 11. ↗

— Lanford Wilson

#events #i #i am #new #new yorkers

I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#age

I warned myself against the danger of compassion in this case. How easy it would be to imagine the traumas of childhood that might have deformed her into the moral monster she had become, and then to convince myself that those traumas could be balanced - and their effects reversed - by sufficient acts of kindness. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#kindness #monsters #traumatic-experiences #experience

Cheryl's growing awareness of her emotional difficulties was leading her to research multiple personality. As she had learned more about dissociation, she realised just how severe the abuse had been and how much she had been hurt. Her mind had dissociated to assure survival during the abuse by her father and it had been forced to dissociate by various researchers in government programmes. ↗

— Cheryl Hersha

#child-abuse #child-rape #dissociation #dissociative #dissociative-identity-disorder