My parents had planned on getting an abortion with my little sister because she was the third daughter conceived and my grandparents grieved over this.
In a trauma bond, nothing can be resolved productively. There is no such thing as conflict resolution through healthy communication.
Kings, presidents and other noteworthy individuals are remembered for their deeds. Heroes without detailed faces, with auras of stone.
Words don’t make a story. Something more profound than vocabulary is at the heart of a good story. Something more real. It’s Truth.
We need to feel like the work we do feeds our purpose in life. We need to feel like we make an impact. We need rest, nourishment and safety.
In my real home, elephant deaths are a complex and beautiful affair. We honor our loved ones, just as humans do. I was robbed of this rite of passage.
We know there are two worlds. We know that the way people talk and behave on the surface isn’t the whole picture, it’s a charade.