Roots: People Pleasing

A Tree's Roots

In early 2018, I found myself in a position I wasn’t accustomed to.

Everything was going right for me.

For the first time in my life, I wasn’t in poverty, I wasn’t insecure, I wasn’t dysphoric in any unbearable way, I was… happy, and optimistic about the future.

And that’s when tragedy struck.

My neighbor was violently assaulted by her domestic partner across a span of weeks that would turn into some very long, terrifying months.

I don’t have words to describe the sounds or how experiencing this violence second hand affected me as someone who suffers from PTSD.

I did what nobody did for me, including myself.

I called the police.

Of course I had concerns with taking action. Can I trust the police? Was it my place? Could this cause consequences I didn’t intend? Do I really want to get anyone in trouble? What if somebody gets hurt?…

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"He went like one that hath been stunned and is of sense forlorn, a sadder and a wiser man, he rose the morrow morn." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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