Quotes About Trauma

I don't remember being put into the coma, but I do have a lot of weird memories from being under. This may be because I was in a coma via medicine rather than trauma. That time period played out for me as one long rambling dream where I was at a hospital to visit my boyfriend, who I thought was in an accident.

Even though I was very young, it was traumatizing seeing someone try weird things on their skin all for the sake of being lighter. It's as common as relaxing your hair or maybe even brushing your teeth. I had friends not wanting to do it, but their moms gave them creams to help lighten their skin. That's how accessible it is.

Focusing only on street homelessness is resource-intensive, and acts after the rough sleeper has already endured significant hardship and trauma. Acting before people are homeless makes far more sense, economically and for the long-term wellbeing of a household.

Ishmael Beah was born and spent his childhood in Sierra Leone as that sad but beautiful West African country was ravaged by a civil war that left some 50,000 dead between 1991 and 2002. He was a child soldier for a while, then, through extraordinary circumstances, was set free of that life.

I believe that literature always goes precisely there where the damage to a person has been done.

Growing up poor is precisely as demeaning as you'd expect, and while forgiving bullies is easy, reliving those experiences emotionally is deeply upsetting.

Metro police can't infuse hope into those for whom hope is foreign. The algorithm does not exist that can heal the traumatized. Data-driven predictions won't result in the delivery of mental health services.

I've never been to war, and I would never presume to fully understand the horrors that that kind of experience can impart.

I think there are some people who have those childhoods that are really bad and so what happens is that they find an escape through pretending to be other people.

There was so much fear after 9/11, and that fear caused people to make the wrong decisions.

Every war has its demons.

My father was very abusive, and it was hard for my mother at first to leave because we had depended on him for so long. Sometimes you kind of get adjusted to getting that beating.

I'm not a doctor - so I can't describe flashbacks well - but it is like you're living it again.

Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why.

It's been difficult for me to get my head around Diana's death or talk about it. After she died, things were difficult, very difficult. We all have our own traumas and get on with it. But when it's there in your face year in, year out, it's hard.

I watched the Sandra Bland documentary and her tape itself over and over and over and over again, and just the reality of that, the fear in that.

My scars from abuse made me insecure. And so I had to cover up my scars with tattoos.

I had nightmares after being with the national team. You shouldn't have things like that.

He seemed as though he were habitually preparing himself for something awful, and this was justified because many awful things had happened to him.

I started practicing yoga. I started learning some hands-on healing stuff. And I found really good chiropractors, really good massage therapists, and what I found is I've been able to actually peel off layers of trauma on my body and actually move better now than I did.

Ever since she was a child, she'd struggled to sleep, but now night was even more her enemy. Sometimes she didn't sleep for days on end and could barely function. Other times she slept fitfully, her nightmares filled with the horrors of her past, the cases that haunted her. Work was her salvation

There are two types of scars; those that are visible and those that are not. Both indicate that you been hurt but only the external scars will show if you been healed. No one can see the scars inside us or if our injury still lingers.

Prendergast's ribs spread open with a wet crack.

The abandoned infant's cry is rage, not fear.