as a *trauma school patient* under-graduate… and a *trauma patient advanced degree drop-out* [thanks to a major kaiser-kerfuffle that’s a grim tale about the need for all patients—especially mental health patients—to advocate on their own behalf, as terrifying as THAT sounds, so yea…anyway]…

six-weekly group classes and another four or five weeks of more group classes focusing on dbt/trauma healing *techniques* where i struggled to pin-point which bodily sensations would trigger my own personal fight or flight survival tactic…[that flash of adrenaline oddly very easy to identify during my class meltdown, btw…]…

which is my long, rambling way of THANKING YOU AGAIN [and again] as your reads manage to cut straight to the deep, [likely dark] core of the matter—not for sissies, btw…[hence my meltdown, i suppose] but greatly appreciated by me and my heroic buddies here on M.

thank you, ms. wiest, you lovely, brilliant, whippersnapper… thank goodness for you and your generation for unearthing these mysteries [reframing them] and helping folks like us tear down those boogey-peoples and start living those [mostly] fabulous futures.

:-)