one thing they don't tell you about childhood trauma is the overflow effect it has on you when you move out.
for me, when everything was actively happening, i didn't even realize it. i adopted behaviors and mannerisms to cope with the trauma but i wasn't consciously aware of where they came from. i blocked out a lot of the details of what happened to me, so at a certain point it seemed like i was just struggling mentally for no apparent reason.
i stayed in chaotic/unhealthy environments until i moved into my own apartment as part of a foster care program in december. the trauma started hitting me all at once now that i had a safe space to process, and it's honestly almost worse than being at home or in a stressful placement. i jokingly named this my "healing era" because i could tell i was in so much pain as i gained all this self-awareness about what had happened to me and how it affects me today.
i've come to realize that i basically need to start from scratch - a lot of my perceptions of the world and myself are wildly unhealthy, and the worst part is that they're completely rational and organically developed for me. i cannot quiet my fears because a lot of them came true - abandonment (my family), betrayal (my friends), danger everywhere (s*xual ab*se). without a support system, comforting myself and teaching myself safety and stability has proven to be a massive challenge when i've really only ever known the world to be turbulent.
i've noticed much more hypervigilance and high sensitivity levels. i feel like during this time, the most i can do is try to stick to a self-care routine, work on healing my inner child, and get outside or hang out with positive people as much as i can. the rest is just riding it out - journaling and feeling what i need to feel. i'm hopeful that this means progress, as ugly as it feels - i keep thinking about the butterfly 'soup' stage or a snake shedding its skin, like i'm peeling back layers so i can reach the inner core and truly understand myself.
it's painful to finally feel this grief - the loss of a family i could've had, the mistreatment i suffered in relationships, the friends i lost in the midst of my suffering, the childhood i never got to have. realizing that i really did experience these traumatic experiences opened up a void for me - longing for things to be different and a lot of wondering why.
i know a lot of people experience this 'overflow' effect when they escape their situation, and it was totally unexpected for me - i thought i'd move into this safe place and suddenly be the happiest i've ever been, but it's not exactly like that; i've got a lot of work to do inside myself. as much as it hurts, i think it's an integral part of my healing process to finally sit with these feelings that i previously had to leave on the back-burner to survive. and on the bright side, it does mean my situation has gotten better - my body finally feels safe enough to experience the vulnerability and stress of processing years of trauma. it's happening now because i'm finally ready for it, and it's time that i begin moving forward into the next chapter of my life.