𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, a Proustian sentence texted to me by 𝘼𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙂𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩, 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.
