beautiful to pick up where we left off

i was talking to my brother one evening and i expressed my frustration with getting myself motivated enough to start putting her stuff away. i told him about the knives i found that i had to hide and how it put a screaching halt to everything i was doing. i looked down at those knives and everything came back to me. he said, “she’ll never know, realize or even care how much of an emotional toll it is to put her stuff away” he offered to help, and i am thankful for that, but i have to do this myself. my emotions catch me off guard sometimes. i often believe that ill be able to come face to face with certain things and that i wont be phased. but im learning that my trauma is still present and its okay... its better to be self aware wouldnt you agree? id like to get back to the version of me that overcame anxiety. baby steps.