the triggers are all encompassing. Someone thought their dog had a brain tumor. Brain tumor. Oh I had a brain tumor. That’s part of my story. I wonder if anyone else in the room thought about me when the words were spoken. Brain tumor. It’s a trigger for me. But just a conversation to everyone else. Brings me back to reality that I can’t escape. For them it’s coffee and conversation. For me it’s a reminder..
that mom had a traumatic birth experience? I don’t ask questions cause I don’t want to draw attention. Again it’s coffee and conversations. It’s not supposed to be a trigger. It’s supposed to be my escape. From brain tumors and everything else.
From the Depths 
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