When there's a poisonous snake in our path, we freeze.

When we smell smoke, we run.

When faced with danger, fear takes over and we react, desperate to feel safe. It's biological, primal.

But for someone who suffers from trauma, it's the everyday things. A song in a coffee shop, the smell of rubbing alcohol, seemingly random, common things, convincing your brain and body you're in danger. And there is no way out.

Too often, trauma gets dismissed as just in our head. But the pain is real. We feel it, in our muscles, our cells, our hearts, our heads.

And while there's no magic fix, no pill to make it disappear, we can ask for help.

 And we can tell our truth, whenever we're ready.