Originally posted on Rebecca Mott:
For too long now, my trauma has been horrific.
It is body memories, it is apathy, it is exhaustion, it is feeling dead to emotions, it is wanting to cry or scream, it all that and more that I have no human words for.
I need to move it, I need to get my mojo working.
I do this best by confronting where the pain comes, confronting my truths that I am afraid to know.
I do this best by confronting the hate-speech of pro-sex trade lobby that is pouring trauma into my essence, and blocking my future.
I get my mojo back with courage, with allowing in my vulnerability, with a fierce warrior soul.
I write as one way to get my mojo going.
Where do I begin, when trauma is all round me and suffocating me.
I can write, and hope my choking keeps it distance.
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