Trauma is funny.

Not hysterically, but more in the way that you just can't help but to laugh.

When you're aware enough to actively understand the moments It stems from and how It affects your life right now. In your worst moments. In someone else's worst moments.

It's funny because no one will ever truly and deeply feel It like you do. No one else would understand It the way you do - no matter how similar their trauma is to yours. Because they will never be in your mind. Your body. Your Spirit. In your space of existence. They will never be in your deepest crevices. No one will ever be in the trenches of your very Soul. As individuals we can't fathom how It could possibly shape who we are, let alone another person.

When you really think about it, it's kinda lonely. Like a lone pond that's only touched by the deafening silence around it. Picture it.. Then - all of a sudden - a big ass rock makes a massive splash. Creating ugly ripples, maybe even waves that overflow. Drenching and drowning whatever lies around. Feel the rock sinking, but It never hits the bottom.

Trauma is funny because however you pictured that - whatever image popped into your head - is how you see yourself. How your trauma has built you. It tells you who you've become because of It. But even that is only a small part of the spectrum. But the bright side of it all is you can say you've beat the matrix when you can honestly say you like what It's made of you. It's a triumph in war. A bright, blooming flower in your Trauma Pond.