trauma
Whether you are pretty or not, I outlive you,
bend down my strange face to yours and forgive you.
All My Pretty Ones by Anne Sexton
Within us there is a child bound by order, control, sedation, expectation, judgment, and self-denial. Our anger is this child screaming for air and sunlight from within the dungeon of our forgotten heart. Whenever we self-medicate, we are practicing internalized child abuse.
Michael Brown • Alchemy of the Heart
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