Authors say that 'writing is rewriting.' Nowhere is this more true than when you write memoir in order to heal. I wrote the stories as I remembered them and as I felt them, in my younger voice. But as I grew older, read more, learned more and loved myself more (which came largely but indirectly, from continuously writing and publishing my stories), I found silver linings to my past trauma.
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What I see when I look in the mirror is someone to fear. Someone who will cost society money--a liability as opposed to an asset. And I'm scared. Terrified even. I feel like I've fooled those I love and who love me. I've always wanted to be loved and to be the kind of person worthy of being loved. And now it's as if they've got a present wrapped up in a shiny bow but opened it up just to find something ugly and vile inside. Me.
Like the flare up of an allergy, and since the shock of the midsummer brexit, I am now in hypervigilance. I see potential harm long before it turns into active threat. And when the red rage comes, I fight or flee to remove that potential from my environment, from my children's environment. With the Trump presidency, I cannot. It is everywhere. I see it everywhere. Threat is everywhere.