They don't hide in your home; they hide in your heart. Outside, the defence system is in place, to keep you safe; inside, where it is already safe, the defence system is relaxed. Then, when little things trigger those memories, they come pouring out through the relaxed defence system, into a space where it's safe to look at them, to feel them and to work through them.
Love this poem. I do it and it happens to me so very often.
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They don't hide in your home; they hide in your heart. Outside, the defence system is in place, to keep you safe; inside, where it is already safe, the defence system is relaxed. Then, when little things trigger those memories, they come pouring out through the relaxed defence system, into a space where it's safe to look at them, to feel them and to work through them.
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