Trauma...
We all have our ghosts.
And then we have our demons.
The ones we let stick around.
The ones relegated to the afterlife that we supply real power to.
Trauma is real.
It happens to most of us.
It isn't just a fad or taboo, anymore.
It makes or breaks people.
It allows us a choice but oftentimes dictates our most likely outcome.
Most of us want to be the best versions of ourselves.
We want to strive for greatness.
It is our base human setting if I could be so technical about it.
We are designed to reach for the stars.
The nature and nurture strips us away of that desire and of that dream.
It took me a long time to find it, again.
It took me over a decade of work and surrender... To find it again.
My trauma wasn't easy to sift through...
In almost every memory, there was a shard of glass that stood out amidst the coarse sand that left me cut and bleeding out.
If I hadn't dropped to my knees and begged for help, I wouldn't be here, today.
The pain, the abuse, the guilt, the shame, the disgust.
It would have overwhelmed me and it almost did...
But God.
But Therapy.
But Help.
But Humility.
But Hope.
Your trauma is your purpose...
It is your ability to put on perspectives that no one else can see.
Don't let the people or circumstances that led that pain... leave you in the ground, 6 feet under.
Your still alive and breathing for a reason.
Go out there and show them who your trauma made you and who you chose to be.
You matter, my love.
Yours faithfully,
Sam Qavah John (2035)
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