I’ve been going through an emotional thunderstorm ever since I broke through the denial THAT WAS my emotionally abusive, decades-long marriage. In the 10 months since I’ve been living on my own and going through the divorce, I’ve found vomiting my trauma through words tremendously cathartic.
For those familiar with the agony of losing perfectly wonderful authentic selves because they were too confused or fearful to believe the truth, maybe this will resonate.
I’m almost to the point where I can’t write “trauma poetry” anymore–even though I’m going to be eternally pissed off. Overall, I think that’s a positive sign!