Recall of life before the inferno that in mere minutes enveloped me leaving life unrecognizable is an impossibility. It’s also not very productive. As much as I want to know that girl again, she’s gone. I’m all that’s left, all I have to work with. I’ve come to terms with this fact.
The ability to do things is not what makes a person powerful. The ability to affect change. That’s powerful. I wasn’t feeling particularly powerful that afternoon in the office because I was unable to see the transformation taking place in me. Changes that were so slow and so small that I never noticed them. But change nonetheless.
Borrowed Words is a collection of essays I’ve written related to my personal process of trauma recovery. In sharing, my hope is to increase awareness of the importance of mental health. When we are physically injured, we seek help. The same should be true when we are emotionally, or psychologically injured.