I Am Traumatized!
I Am Traumatized! This is hard to admit — or is it? Or is it just another form of victimhood that I can hide behind while avoiding responsibility for the decisions I made that maybe weren’t that great? I think both are true, and honestly… I’ve done both 😄 Okay, I’m not proud of it, but I want to write about something else now. About how deeply uncomfortable it is to admit to myself that I am traumatized. I don’t know about you, but I always imagined trauma as something that happens after a huge life event that happened to someone else — war, losing your whole family, a car accident, losing your husband after 30 years of marriage, etc. But my own life always seemed “ordinary” or “normal” to me. What happened to me happens to many people around me, and they don’t see themselves as somehow broken or strange. They just continue living without feeling… DIFFERENT. So I often found myself wondering: “Why am I the weird one?” It’s difficult for me to write this, mostly because I grew up...
