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Trauma is unfortunately apart of life. You can’t control what happens, or when.

But you can change the outcome.

Whether it’s how the situation will end, or how you’ll be feeling post-event. Here’s how I overcame one of the biggest trauma’s in my life.

1: Sit with Discomfort

This was possibly one of the most challenging part of taking control of my life back. I was taught to ‘get over it’ or ‘just forget about it, who cares’.

I cared.

My trauma might have made me into who I am today, as a person. But nobody knows the effort it took to get me to this point.

For the longest time, I couldn’t accept the fact that it happened to me. I could recognize what had happened in the situation, but I could not accept nor process what I went through. I’m not too sure if I could believe it happened, but I still would joke about it for fun.

I went down a rabbit hole after my trauma. It wasn’t until a year later my body told me, ‘that’s enough, you need to take care of it’, the “it” part being what I couldn’t say out loud.

There are a lot of outlets that are available today to help overcome obstacles in your life. For example, therapy.

I’m not too sure when I decided to go to therapy, but I found myself talking to a therapist that was closer to my age than her patients. I always give my thanks to the universe for putting her in my life at that time.

Anyways, she was able to help me accept the outcome of what happened that day. I no longer could escape or beat around the bush to avoid the biggest event that happened to me.

After that session, I had the most uncomfortable two week in my life. The things I could tolerate about myself, I hated even more. Things that I loved to do, seemed so far away.

What had become a routine I did everyday, became the most uncomfortable things I could ever do in my life. Even something as simple as looking in the mirror.

Now, being uncomfortable is still apart of my everyday life, but now I have learned to co-exist with the uncomfortable parts.

Being able to have the chance to accept the fact that I was no longer the same person, pre-event, had me mourning a version of myself that I saw immense potential in. A version that I could have conquered life in.

But they were gone and they’ll never be back.

The idea of who I could’ve become, had been mourned a lot post-event. and the reason I had spiraled further down the rabbit hole. The confident, decision-making person who I could have become, had vanished within seconds. The discomfort of accepting that fact, along with what had happened to me, had me reevaluating my life.

I no longer knew what I wanted. I no longer knew what to do. But most of all, I no longer knew who I was.

Until next time,

Sweet T.