Trauma isn’t an illness.
It’s not a disease.
It’s an injury.
I spent years believing I was defective.
Missing some essential part everyone else got handed at birth.
I learned to treat my pain like a personality flaw.
Something wrong with me.
Something I needed to fix.
So I kept trying to fix myself
instead of asking the only question that mattered:
Why was I hurt?
Nothing was wrong with me.
And none of this was a choice.
That reframe gave me my power back.
It was the first time I stopped hating myself.
Someone failed to protect us.
Someone shattered trust, stole innocence, violated the mind,
and dropped the ball on something sacred they promised they could hold.
That failure cost me years.
It rewired how I love.
How I trust.
How I move through the world.
I’m done pathologizing my pain.
I wasn’t broken.
I was injured.
I’m healing.
That’s it. That's all.
