I was so struck by his imagery of running from home and finding it again while growing from the traumatic circumstances we are born with and growing into the traumas we acquire (and acquire us from time to time). I was thinking about how this directional healing is somewhat simultaneous for those that grow up with the trauma of abuse. We grow from it (and run away from it) and then grow into it, piece our lives together with this new information, new meaning, and new harvesting of ourselves from the disaster and the great gifts that we seem to only after beginning to heal discover were there all along. To heal in two directions at once hurts so much, but in the end there is a double-helix of stories that make sense even if we don't fully understand what happened.
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