“How do I teach her letting go, when my hands are still gnarled in the shape of everything I’ve ever lost?”
Try to give it to a stranger. Try to feed it to the dog. Marry it.
“Migraine is deceptive pain. It lies when it begins, and it lies about what it signifies. It signifies nothing.”
I’ve gotten incapacitating headaches since I was a kid.
On the gendered aspect of conversion disorder, how it might have historically manifest in nuns and mystics, and the strange comfort of being diagnosed.
If I collect Oma’s memories, if I truly remember my grandmother, I too can retain what is slipping away.
Keep a notebook of all the ways things could go wrong so as to curb expectations.
“It is a bewildering and lonely thing to be so attached to another human and also feel so adrift and so alone.”
Our communities lack fundamental solutions to the scars of complex trauma.