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That’s what happens after your mom dies of breast cancer when you’re seven years old. Your brain figures out all kinds of ways to cope. It doesn’t have any other choice.
You couldn’t stay stuck in trauma forever.
Do you know how much work it takes to pretend like you’re fine every day? To be the sunshine when you’re really the darkness?
Sometimes there were wounds you just couldn’t heal from, even after they became scars.