For two years, I told people I was “fine” and meant it. Not in the way people usually mean it, where fine is a polite lie covering something messier underneath. I meant it because I genuinely couldn’t find anything else under there to report. No sadness. No anger. Not even relief. Just a flat, grey Continue Reading: Emotional Numbness: When You Stop Feeling Anything At All
I thought I was over it, but my body remembered everything. That was the thing, I genuinely believed I had processed what happened to me. I could talk about it at dinner parties, in a measured way, with context and distance and even the occasional dark joke. I didn’t cry anymore. I’d filed it away. Continue Reading: My Body Remembered Everything My Mind Tried to Forget
Why survivors stay silent, and what really happens when that silence finally breaks after years of carrying trauma alone.