Category: Blog Posts
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There’s something strange about childhood events you don’t remember until someone reminds you they happened. They feel dreamlike and almost transplanted, like you feel it and remember it but not being able to trust the memory because you forgot it in the first place or your mind forced you to. The feeling of this innate…
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Anger was something I recognized early, I saw it around me growing up. But I never matched what I was seeing to what I was feeling inside. What I was carrying was something deeper than just anger. It was rage. A full body sensation that I couldn’t name until my late teens when my mom…