Green Light

by Jescie Hall

This life holds the promise of heaven for those naive enough not to realize we were subjected to hell long ago.

When you really love people, you deal with their dirt and let it become you.

When you’re dirtied by the mud of trauma, even a slight rain feels momentous.

Heartbreak is that invisible death you only wish you could visualize in order to cut it out of yourself. Seeing the one you love hurt themselves trying to harm you is the best revenge.

There is such a thing as trauma bonds, but there are also trauma breaks.