For a long time, I thought trauma meant something catastrophic — an accident, a disaster, a single overwhelming event. It took years to realize that trauma can also be quiet: growing up without enough safety, connection, or permission to feel. I don’t see trauma as something broken inside you. I see it as an intelligent response to experiences that were too much, too soon, or too alone. The nervous system adapts in order to survive, and those adaptations make sense. What I offer isn’t a process of endlessly revisiting the past or defining yourself by what happened. It’s a space to gently come back into contact with your own experience, without forcing change or performing healing. Less “working on trauma,” more remembering how to live inside yourself again.