“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.”
But now thus says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: Do not fear, for I have redeemed