It Doesn’t Hurt, It Hurts All the Time
What if we thought of emotional trauma the way we do physical: as a wide class of wounds whose healing is unpredictable, whose scars take different forms?
knowledge
allSteve.
I guess this is my life forever now, and maybe it always was.
Psychological Review traumata,
supposed want
unreasonably get out, take a walk, just take one walk a day, my daily walk keeps me saneI don’t get it, is everyone else insane
stop thinking about it, stop thinking, stop doing anything. extremely
having a panic attack
rationally
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Jess Zimmerman is the author of Women and Other Monsters and an editor at Quirk Books. Her essays and opinion writing have appeared in the Guardian, the New Republic, Slate, Hazlitt, Catapult, and others.
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