All I can think about is bodywork, a healing practice for recovery, for undigested trauma.
His hands and the tightness of his fingers curling around my trembling thighs.
My dry mouth and closing throat.
Francesca Zama
How badly I want to be good and holy and open.
Some days are harder than others.
I find myself breaking down into full sobsbody shaking, face aching, tears streaming down my face.
I know that recovery is far from easy.
I know that each day is a moment of healing.
I know that one day, I wont feel like this anymore.
I am learning to forgive myself for how often I cry.
I am letting myself feel what I feel.
I am learning to feel comfortable in my body with someone elses.
I need to remind myselfYoure okay.
Youre safe.Trauma is a heavy burden.Youre healing.
