I was breed in chaos. But I will not let it take me.
I have a lot of anxiety about life. It’s not the anxiety surrounding money, jobs, career path, house, etc.
It’s small things. Like floor boards creaking at night. The sound of someone clearing their throat. Someone quietly eating dinner without looking up. The sound of yelling. The dark.
It’s a shock to my system. A shiver down my spine.
It’s the language of chaos. The language of the unheard.
Abused children speak a langauge you can never learn. It stays with them years after the trauma has been ripped away.
If you want to heal your children, don’t put them in chaos to begin with.