Brenna Twohy – “What I’ve Learned About Trauma”


What I’ve learned about trauma It isn’t as easy as being something that happened to you a package you opened once You will wake up in a new zip code, have to wander your way home Carry a few of the things you love to this new place you live in now So you buy throw pillows you put up twinkle lights and have a big celebration Point at the open windows and tell everyone who has ever seen you crying look Look how I have not caged myself Look what I have built out of two paint buckets and the blessing of my still here body But trauma leans into the bark art Spills a drink on the new rug breaks off the door handle on his way out trauma Sends you letters without warning for the rest of your life. Just so you remember Trauma knows exactly where you live Who did you think built the house?

19 thoughts on “Brenna Twohy – “What I’ve Learned About Trauma”

  1. making people with trauma wait for a voice.. 🙁 thank you for speaking out though.

  2. the other day i had a flashback because of something that happened months ago and my mom said “it’s in the past. stop living in the past”. thank you for this. helps me realize some people actually understand

  3. Welp, I knew I was going to get triggered, can't really blame anyone but me 😂

  4. I think i am finally letting go of that idea that i can go back to the "before". That me is gone but i can build on what I know is true now.

  5. Transcript:
    What I've learned about trauma:
    It isn't as easy as being "something that happened to you"
    A package you opened once
    You will wake up in a new zip code
    Have to wander your way home
    Carry a few of the things you love to this new place you live in now
    So you buy throw pillows
    You put up twinkle lights and have a big celebration
    Point at the open windows and tell everyone who has ever see you crying,
    "Look! Look how I have not caged myself!
    Look what I have built out of two paint buckets and the blessing of my still here body!"
    But trauma leans into the bar cart
    Spills a drink on the new rug
    Breaks off the door handle on his way out
    Trauma sends you letters without warning for the rest of your life just so you remember,
    Trauma knows exactly where you live
    Who did you think built the house?

  6. “Trauma sends you letters without warning for the rest of your life…”
    Yep. 42 years later and a continent away, and yet those letters still reach me. Healing happens, thank God, but those letters still come.
    This poem is perfect and I’m incredibly grateful for the gift of these words!

  7. "Trauma sends you letters for the rest of your life so you remember…"
    Deep. Familiar

  8. Listened to this one a few times over the past day. Brenna really captured that feeling of realizing that even the good things you are doing are influenced by (past) traumas, how they never really leave. Really incredible.

  9. This is really good but all I could think after the last line was
    “Who did ya fink gave you da teef?”

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