“Trauma doesn’t have to speak for us to see it is present. It announces itself in abandoned decorations from another season. It whispers through the holes of broken toys. It screams from stickers slapped on doors.”

“Trauma doesn’t have to speak for us to see it is present. It announces itself in abandoned decorations from another season. It whispers through the holes of broken toys. It screams from stickers slapped on doors.”
Making a New Year’s Resolution lost its appeal for me years ago. For me, resolutions feel confining but imagining feels freeing. In the second half
I wrote this in response to someone asking me what I think happens when we die. Certain pieces of this image are in fact based
by Desirée Uhrich Something happened to me and I will never be the same. You know what happened, Lord. I don’t need to write it down. But
One in a series of prayers for extreme situations called Prayers I Never Wanted To Need.
by Donna Arington Petraits March 17, 2021 An ordinary day. Sun sinking on an early spring evening. Warm for March, and perfect for playing hide