This past year, I graduated from my local community college with a writing certificate. I had returned to school because I needed to start over. After dedicating fifteen years to healing from complex trauma, I was a changed person, and I was ready to share my experience and healing with a broader community. As I began to dream about how I would share what I had been through, I was lucky to have the support and encouragement of my professors and the other students.
I wrote this short personal essay about one of my experiences in class and how I found the courage to speak up and hear my voice:
Standing between the open double doors of my closet, I forcefully hold back tears, leaning on the handles for support. I take a small step forward and inhale, pulling the doors behind me slightly, cocooning