The Fireflies
— by Henri Camille Danger
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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The Fireflies
— by Henri Camille Danger
Grief, Theodor Kittelson
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Every single survivor is different to each other. Everyone responds to trauma in their own way.
Some will just flinch when you touch them, and some will scream at you to get your hands off them.
Some respond to attacks by going quiet and not fighting back, and some will become quickly defensive and argue back straight away at the slightest hint of an attack (real or not).
Some will never speak of their trauma and hide it forever, some will bring it up casually in conversation.
Some will cry when they talk about it, some will be emotionless and flat.
And we need to support them all. Trauma isn’t pretty. It doesn’t always make us “soft”, sometimes it makes us rough, hard, and angry. But we’re still traumatised. We still need support.
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