If my own deep wounds are what enable me
to heal others more deeply,
then it is my privilege to carry these wounds.
It is my privilege to serve the broken hearts of others.
It is my privilege to serve the fraying minds of others.
For I have been in the midst of life's most mortifying battles
and have deep respect those
who have had to endure them longer than me.
I know my story might not be that compelling
to those who did not get rescued as my siblings and I did,
but the trauma I weathered changed the entire trajectory of my life.
I struggled in school because of it.
I struggled to make friends because of it.
And each interaction that went awry,
felt like someone had picked up a stick
and prodded an open, festering wound.
But I am not here to try to compare and contrast
my scars with yours
or to justify my opening sentiment.
I am here simply to say to other survivors,
I see you, I am you, and I love you.
I know the pain of heartache,
I know the wounding of worthlessness,
I know the horrors of helplessness
and I want you to feel seen and heard.
Your story matters.
Your voice matters.
Your pain matters.
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