‘I am absolute, nothing is ruined.
I am breathing here as breath’
A woman who has understood the infrastructure of trauma. The guilt it holds, the pain and the ruin.
The way it distorts the mind set and cannot make sense of the breath.
The sense of not being a complete self. Like something has been taken, something shattered beyond recognition and can’t be ‘saved’
Like there is a contamination.
A rot that sets in your bones.
Everyone else knows this one thing that you don’t.
Not good enough. Nothing will ever be good enough.
That most precious person that you crave.
He/she is deep within you.
He/she is Safe.
