Trauma Doesn’t Have a Timeline

My first memory isn't of snuggles and the unmistakable scent of Mom. I don't remember vague warblings of lullabies. Later, in my early childhood years, I can recall playing with friends at daycare, frozen yogurt with my mother, and the first days of kindergarten. December 18 is my Cali-versary, as I call it. The day I hopped … Continue reading Trauma Doesn’t Have a Timeline