I’m approaching the one-year anniversary of when I began working with a trauma therapist. The first day I sat on her suck-you-in kind of couch, I wore a bright green dress and rainbow earrings. I perched myself on the edge of the couch with my arms and legs tightly crossed, determined not to be sucked into the abyss.
We found ourselves surrounded by lush shades of green, the silence of a dirt path under our feet, and a view backlit by rays of the setting sun, flooding through the tree branches. The path we hiked started out as a typical Florida hike: flat land running along a river, mangrove trees with their roots dipping into the water, signs warning of alligators, and the forest floor covered in greenery, teeming with life.
When I was pregnant with Avery, I was bombarded with information from other parents, wanna be parents, and non-parents who believed they were experts anyway.
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