Trauma belonged to others. I had experienced difficulties in my childhood, but I didn’t feel like I deserved that diagnosis when others had truly suffered.
While my feelings often jump quickly to red, the truth is that life is rarely red. Sometimes yellow is more accurate (like being on time for a medical appointment). I’ve discovered that life is meant to be lived in the green zone.
Who am I when I am not wearing my disguise? Can I remove my complicated glasses and see through the lens of Your love and compassion?
The thing with Watching someone with a chronic illness is that there are no convenient “rest points.” When we push down our hurts or try to barge our way through them, we can often turn them into trauma. Stopping to heal is very important for caregivers.