
Every trauma survivor out there is grieving. Whether they know it or not.
We’re grieving what should have been.
What could have been, with just a few tweaks to the timeline.
We’re grieving our innocence.
We’re grieving our illusions— some of which, make no mistake, were “load bearing” illusions.
We’re grieving the normal, boring, drama-free life we might be living right now if only somebody in our past had made different decisions.
If only the people who said they “loved” us had walked their talk.
We’re grieving the mistakes we should have been able to make as humans, and have then be understood as just mistakes humans make— as opposed to questioning every goddamn misstep, “is this a trauma response? How about this one?”
We’re grieving the opportunity to feel angry, or sexually aroused, or scared, or any other “edgy” or complicated feeling without it being hitched to something or someone in our past.
Grief has stages; trauma has reactions.
Grief has denial; trauma has dissociation.
Grief has anger; trauma has “fight.”
Grief has bargaining; trauma has “fawn.”
Grief has depression; trauma has “freeze” and “flop.”
Grief has acceptance; trauma has recovery.
Survivors are grievers.
And survivors deserve all the respect and care that a civil, compassionate culture would extend mourners at a funeral.









