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Holy Fuuucckk Heather. I could have written you a letter very similar to Unprotected. I have friends and loves who have fallen away because they can’t bear to witness the things I have been through. I have felt too damaged, too weird, too dark and twisty, too willing to still embrace life and feel love to the depths of my soul despite it all. I have been told my love is too much. My courage to walk in the dark forrest of my life terrifies most people. So I find myself alone alone alone, again. Except for my rescue dog, Dozer, who is tooo much for most people and bulldozes a path through his life to get what he needs, but who embraces my fears and flaws as I embrace his. Your response was nothing short of a miracle. I’m so glad you exist and so glad you don’t speak in grammable sound bites. You are nothing short of amazing and today I will be sending beams of light to Unprotected because I know exactly how they feel and I will be building a new cathedral with sparkly spires right in the middle of the dark forrest that surrounds me. I will also be thanking each and every tree in that forrest for helping me to become exactly who I am, even if there are many who can’t stand to look. I am still beautiful in spite of the dark places that I have had to climb out of. And I will do my best to embrace normie people and make small talk about the peonies even though my soul dies a little bit each time I am forced to engage in small talk. You are right. We need these people as much as we need those people courageous enough to look and see all the parts of us including the scary parts and still love us anyway. Just thank you thank you thank you! Signed, Dark and Twisty Sparkly Unicorn Girl.

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Dear sweet letter writer 💗 I want to hug every version and iteration of you. As a person with CPSTD from an abusive and neglectful childhood, your letter resonated with me so much. Your letter! What an absolute testament to your ability to grow and change and heal and love and live. You said you feel like you wasted decades, but you didn’t. Crawling through the muck, looking for salvation, that is life. You are breaking and healing generations long cycles. This is no small feat, and not something just anyone can do. And because of this: You should not feel shame for wanting to find new people. Sometimes the baggage is too much. Sometimes the people we are around don’t want to or are unable to grapple with all of our dimensions. It is never too late to make deep and meaningful friendships. Everyone is a little bit lonelier than you’d think. I am an over-sharer, which, sure, is a trauma response, but has also helped me identify people who aren’t going to be overwhelmed by my trauma, who aren’t going to want to keep it light and breezy 24/7. I’d look for those people. If you can’t find them in your community, move to a place you’ve always wanted to live and search for them there :)

You also seem to already know that a lot of the trauma lives in your body, which is why folks often hit a wall in talk therapy. I hope you’re able to explore to explore somatic experiencing or vasovagal work. Also hell yeah that you got inheritance, don’t feel an ounce of shame about that. Your parents weren’t able to give you love and security in most ways, but this is one way they did. Lean on that to continue your journey, which will never really end (but that’s a good thing). Sending love and light.

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