How do we process internalised trauma?

How do we live well in our ‘now’ when an unseen, traumatic past continues to exist in our present, as memory?

By using my practice to acknowledge internalised trauma (and by making work in response to that trauma), I am no longer alone with the memory but sharing that space with the work that exists because of the memory.

The ugly gains its beauty.

Dear Father,

I will not bring you salt.

I will not eat your bread.

I will not take your crazy.

Yours sincerely.