Todays writing prompt for NaBloPoMo is have you ever had a traumatic experience. I almost laughed. Life is full of trauma, at least my life has been.
A few of the early ones I have documented here and here. However the more violent traumas I don’t put on this blog. Not to protect myself from the stories because I’ve come to terms and acceptance with all of them. But to protect myself from the look I would then perceive in the eyes of people who know me but didn’t know “that” or “that” or heck no not “that” about me as well.
I know that is all very vague. But that’s what it is. Most of those trauma’s are against my person. My Soul. But they are what made me who I am. Strong, compassionate and try not to judge (although fully admitting that this peri-menopause is making so much more judgy judgy.)
However the biggest Trauma in my life still hands down is losing my mom so young. I got to tell her about one of those unmentionable “that’s” up there but so much more I needed her for in life. I am just lucky that in the short time I had her she tought me to value myself and that I was worthy of the world.