Because expressing the kindness to yourself that you deserve often reminds you of the kindness you didn't get. Trauma isn't just the sadness that comes from being beaten, or neglected, or insulted. . . . Trauma is also mourning the childhood you could have had. The childhood other kids around you had. . . . That sadness—the sadness of loss—is a different flavor than the sadness of reckoning. The sadness of reckoning feels visceral and angry and tinged with violence. It feels healable, somehow, with revenge or justice. But the sadness of a lost childhood feels like yearning, impossible desire. It feels like a hollow, insatiable hunger.
Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma










