A LETTER TO CHILDHOOD TRAUMA

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Dear Childhood Trauma,
You became a part of me and I didn’t even know your name. 

I just couldn’t get over you.  You shaped me.  You impacted my life, and for a long time, I never even knew it.  

Today, when I hear of young girls who have tragically lost their dad, as a result of a senseless murder, I hate it.   I pray the trauma doesn’t negatively impact their lives.
I hope that someone, in their sphere of influence,  will help them to get professional help so that they can process the trauma in a healthy manner.    Don’t let it become a wound, carried around, hidden inside, growing unknowingly that doesn’t heal as it can and should. 

Trauma needs to be processed in a healthy manner.

I also believe if you, Childhood Trauma, could speak, you would be screaming for help, too. 

Torn by tragedy,
Healed by grace,
​Liz
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