Poetry by Esther Claus I refuse to sit in stories that broke me, to hold up pain like it still owns me. 
I will not place the past before my feet,
 those old ghosts of shame, anger and defeat. I refuse to be a prisoner
 of someone else’s harm. I refuse to let my story
 be shaped by their sin. 
I am not what happened to me. I am what I chose to become. But the body remembers
 what the mind cannot bear, the subconscious whispers 
what the voice cannot share. There was no way I

No One Wants to Remember Trauma. "No one wants to remember trauma. In that sense, society is not much different from the victims themselves. We all want to live in a world that feels safe, controllable, and predictable, and victims remind us that this is not always the case. To understand trauma, we must overcome our natural resistance to face that reality and learn to summon the courage to listen to the testimonies of those affected by trauma."
 Bessel van der Kolk, The Body