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If you enjoy understatements, here’s one: healing after trauma is hard work. I often find my lips have glued themselves shut when my therapist zeros in on the traumas most alive in me. I’d be terrible at poker. But here’s the thing–I’m great at putting my head down and getting through. I am strong in multiple ways. When it comes to healing, I don’t give myself a break. We found the tip of the iceberg? Great. Let’s haul that whole sucker out of the water and chip it into slush

I hope you enjoy this collection of #LinkYourLife posts! It’s a fantastic roundup with some welcome new voices. Be sure to search #LinkYourLife on Twitter, as contributors have tagged images not represented here. I would like to invite all contributors to link your social media and personal websites in comments below. And for newbie Lifers, you can find the hashtag rules and previous roundups here, but this is the gist: Your heartfelt, your humor, your headaches, your love sprains, your wisdom & mistakes, your work, your truth, your REAL: #LinkYourLife! Read,

Beige. That’s the color I’m seeing. You are not anxious. You are full on terrorized. You have no middle ground— If you speak and don’t get it exactly right the blowback will be fast, and from every angle. Decide where you want to belong. Forge your path there. People terrify me. And I’m not saying I want you to be afraid— I want you to give each fear it’s own sterile place. brutally, surgically remove the cancer, use radiation, –whatever you need— then leave it. Once you aren’t thundering from

Guest Contributor Amy Gigi Alexander offers her journey through fear in this lyrically complex exploration of writing, courage and the personal narrative. This piece is universally compelling. It reaches beyond the page and what we desire to record, to that tender place between fear and fearlessness, and touches the heart of childhood.  ~~~ Someday I Will Be Fearless written by Amy Gigi Alexander  ~~~ The first story I ever told myself was a story called How to Be Afraid. I did not think of writing it down at first as

Some stories are harder to write than others. Fiction offers a buffer, a safe distance from reality, even when the story lines are harsh or graphic. Life is visceral. I prefer my pretty fictions. Some stories are harder to hear than others, even though we are human in our curiosity. In our inability to look away. I have a true story. It is my creation. Not my birth, but the components of my life that make me who I am. I have wanted to tell it for years. I wanted

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