No short-circuits…

When trauma transmutes into treasure…
That moment when you explode
Crying, raging but using your voice
No hiding
Just like that being with people
Using anger as rocket-fuel
Pointing it into the direction of healing and transmutation
At the same time realizing how much your nervous system is healed
You could stay present
Aware of the environment

No short-circuits

You know you transmuted… 🧔