Quotes About Trauma

There are no marks left upon my body, but sometimes I feel as if my mind is nothing but a mass of scar tissue.

As a child, I had thought the guardian-pursuers to be very real, but as I grew older, I concluded they were simply products of our own imaginations, shaped into being by the trauma of the scrying rite we all undergo at eight years of age. It's not impossible that the scryers conjure them forth from the murk of the soulscape itself anchoring the vigilant images to our conscious minds by an insidiously instilled sense of guilt.

I thought about my family. It was small by any standard, shrunken to a handful by Hitler, Stalin, and divorce.

But I'll tell you more about that later... or maybe I won't, because some wounds just don't heal even if you talk them out. On the contrary, the more you dress them up in words, the more they bleed.

Trauma is not just one thing.

After what I seen today, I'll never sleep again.

I expect the experience will give me a trauma at some stage in the future. I'm all right at the moment, but you never know.

Mrs O'Leary said, 'Tis the child I feel sorry for', and all the people looked up and saw me, so I looked especially sad, I expect the experience will give me a trauma at some stage in the future. I'm all right at the moment, but you never know.

Each person's life is dominated by a central event, which shapes and distorts everything that comes after it and, in retrospect, everything that came before.

A friend of mine was working with an international NGO in a refugee camp in Bangladesh in 2017 when she noticed something odd: there were children older than five and younger than two, but very few two- to five-year-olds. It was, she discovered, because when the Rohingya fled from the army and the militias, children of that generation couldn't run as fast as the older ones and were too heavy to be held by their parents. They fell behind, and the soldiers advanced on them with machetes.

My fibula was cracked in half to where it was a clean break, and it was poking at the skin, to where it could have been a compound fracture. My Achilles tendon was crushed like a soda can, the whole top of my foot was ripped off the bone, and the ankle was lodged up into my shin, on both sides.

They said if you are in China you have to be sold, you have to get married. And something that still saddens me is that I actually didn't care, I was so hungry.

In some sense, when you take a child soldier out of an armed group, you've taken away the identity he or she has had for years, and you can't assume life is just going to return to normal.

There's no pride in having been a child soldier.

A lot of child soldiers lose their minds.

It's not just: you get off the plane, you're back home, everything's fine. Maybe the physical danger ends, but soldiers are still deeply at risk of being injured in a different way.

The issue of diamonds in Africa is inseparable from the issue of child soldiers.

'Beasts of No Nation' began when I read an article about child soldiers in Sierra Leone during my final year of high school.

I have recurring nightmares about being in a Nazi concentration camp with all my family and constantly being sent to solitary confinement.

We're divorced from my father because he did some mean and scary things to us.

Innocence eroded into nightmare.All because of very bad touch.Love, corrupted.

There was no market for poetry about trauma, abuse, loss, love, and healing through the lens of a Punjabi-Sikh immigrant woman.

Without thinking, I took one of the black velvet ribbons from my hair, wrapped it around my neck, pulled as hard as I could, and tried to kill myself. It didn't work.

Where does violence go, if not directly back into our blood and bones?