things they don't understand
With recent tragedies, like the double mass shootings in Dayton and El Paso this last weekend, we’ve come to realize that the world is no longer cozy and safe. Baby boomers, like my grandma, easily recall times where mass shootings were unheard of. But now, it seems like a daily occurrence.
Often when I scroll down my friends’ Instagram feeds, I get this sudden gut-wrenching regret. But not because of them, but because of me.
As I sit in the airport, waiting for a plane that will sadly take me home, I can’t help but think that what I experienced before this calm moment was a horrible nightmare.
Revisiting trauma can be an important step in healing, but is it really necessary to heal?