In all of your awareness of your pain, has it been safe enough to deeply feel it, yet? To drop into the heart of the part that holds it as the biggest truth about them? To allow feeling to lead instead of spiritual or psychological theory, insight, or context? Parts of you still live in those memories of trauma, of the darkest times you've known. They still breathe that same air, feel those same feelings, and hold those same truths about themselves and the world. They still l

I am the lost teenager in the void, caught between worlds. Heavy with grief and loss and undigested pain, my tears are so often silent.