What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

by Stephanie Foo

It’s like faulting a mountain lion for mauling a man; how can you blame its nature, a consequence of its programming?

I want to have words for what my bones know.

Black women who had experienced continued racist microaggressions in their personal lives and at work, and found that this abuse had changed the structures of their brains.[2]

When you start running, your heart should ideally speed up quickly. Then, when you rest, it should slow down quickly. It’s the same for your emotions. When something really tragic happens, it would be weird if you were still happy, right? Or if you just sat there with no reaction.