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“Right. You’d allow everything.” Dr. Ham sat in silence with me for a while. Then he said, “You’re tiger-childing your recovery—you’re telling yourself you have to be perfectly happy all the time. And if you’re feeling sad, you’re fucking up. You’re not really recovering.” “Yeah,” I whispered.
What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma
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