Identity and Trauma: Our Attachment to Past Wounds
Somehow, my traumatic past made me feel special in a way. I had been telling those stories for so long that without them, I feared, I would just be ordinary.
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Somehow, my traumatic past made me feel special in a way. I had been telling those stories for so long that without them, I feared, I would just be ordinary.
An improv class unexpectedly deepened my meditation practice by teaching me how to let go, be present, and embrace creative flow—on stage and in life.