This is something I posted before and I'm posting it again because it's really a deeply atrocious thing to consider. Imagine entering the world for the first time and being welcomed by agonizing drug withdrawal symptoms. An infant would have no way to intellectually interpret such hell. Believe me when adults have severe withdrawal issues, we don't have any way of intellectually interpreting such hell either. It's a nightmare. People like to dismiss infant experience as though it doesn't matter, but the more we learn about trauma and those who suffer from PTSD it becomes more and more clear that infant and childhood traumas do indeed effect the entire life of many individuals.
The solitude of suffering
There is the solitude of suffering, when you go through darkness that is lonely, intense, and terrible. Words become powerless to express your pain; what others hear from your words is so distant and different from what you are actually suffering
She’s Alive… Beautiful… Finite… Hurting… Worth Dying for
Saturday (not so) mellow. This is very beautiful and also heart-wrenching if you watch it to the end. http://youtu.be/nGeXdv-uPaw - hat tip to Talesfromthelou's blog
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