๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ง๐ซ๐, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃโ๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐, a Proustian sentence texted to me by ๐ผ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐๐จ๐ฉ, brings to mind our inner resourcefulness for coming up with ways to heal from trauma, lived or inherited. Once those tools are no longer useful, we may start to lay down our arms and armor. A new sense of calm and resilience is a gift bestowed by our proclivity to create.
