Trauma Stories Novels & Stories

the journalist began, “you’ve been through an extraordinary ordeal. Can you tell us, in your own words, what happened?” Brianna took a deep breath, and began to speak. She spoke of her love for Phoenix, of the joy and the pain they had shared. She spoke of the shooting, of the fear and the trauma. She spoke of the National Informer, of their threats and their intimidation tactics. She spoke of her struggle to break free, to reclaim her voice.

___________________________________________________________________________ Trauma /ˈtrɔːmə,ˈtraʊmə/ noun 1. a deeply distressing or disturbing experience. "a personal trauma like the death of a child" 2. MEDICINE physical injury. "rupture of the diaphragm caused by blunt trauma" ___________________________________________________________________________ 12 / 11 / 2021

"It's better than I imagined . You are not actually mentally unstable , you are just scared and turn to have illusions of the people who caused you harm . This is termed as post traumatic stress disorder. It is a disorder that may occur to people who have witnessed or experienced a traumatic event .'' So what are we going to do . '' That would be a tale for another day.Right now i only have one question that is , what did you like doing before all this happened ?'' I loved to read. I remember reading Nancy Drew's stories and they were simply amazing. '' Really i love reading too . Why not give you a book to read and you would come and tell me what happened every day?'' That would be amazing

I nod. "Of course." I pull the covers back and climb into bed with him. Cole shifts to the other side to give me some space to lay down facing one another. He looks so troubled and frightened it broke me so much. The nightmare must have been of the crash. Dr Bennet did say most patients that suffer trauma from accidents often block out the memories in fear of reliving them. "Tell me something about you," Cole utters, looking at me. I bite my lip thoughtfully.

She quizzed playing with his hair as he tried to comb it down. She knew her husband holds a grudge on his twin brother and he doesn't have to the intention of letting it go. His expression changed, this is not the time to talk about a traitor. Hassan betrayed his trust back then and people wants him to forgive, even his wife. " Why don't you go and see him since he is your father"He snarled removing her hands from his hair. " Are you coming or not? " He asked holding the door. Nafisa badly wants to stay back and console herself but she had to follow and see the beautiful Acropolis Museum. She did nothing wrong, she was only trying to get him back with his brother. Brothers are meant to be

The weight of her past trauma pressed upon her heart, making it difficult to find solace or reassurance in recounting her experiences. As the words spilled from her lips, Khushi's pain became palpable, as if the wounds she bore were still fresh and raw. The wounds may have healed physically, but the scars etched deep within her soul were a constant reminder of the torment she had endured. Her story served as a testament to her resilience, yet it also unveiled the layers of trauma she carried, leaving her trembling with a mixture of anguish, grief, and a yearning for healing. Khushi tried to continue telling her story when Abeer stopped her in between as he was not able to witness her miserab

She listened to me talk about the Brussels man, about the way my heart had betrayed me, about the way the fear had returned like a tidal wave. "You encountered a trigger," she said calmly. "It doesn't mean you’ve failed. It means you’re human. You’re processing a deep, traumatic injury, Charity. You can’t expect to have a linear recovery." "But I thought I was over it!" I snapped. "Trauma isn't a book you close," she said. "It’s a river you have to cross. Sometimes the current is strong. Sometimes it’s calm. You were in a strong current in Brussels. That doesn't mean you’re drowning. It just means you’re still swimming."

"Please have a seat. I just wanted to discuss a few things before Mandy joins the session. Nothing horrible, but when I have a couple who've dealt with the type of trauma you're dealing with, I like to go in with both sides of the story." The word trauma hits me right in the middle of my chest. Is that what we've been dealing with this entire time? Is that why this has felt so much worse? I do my best not to look like I'm about to throw up. Exposing myself has never been easy, especially all the shit I have going on inside my brain.

Dully, I wondered if it was Lauren who cared, or if she just picked it out to match her bright furniture and make her look like an adult. “We can also just sit here.” Lauren leaned back in her chair. “I’m sure you know I’m a trauma specialist. I don’t know what your story is, and if I never do, that’s okay. But I know that one of the worst parts of a traumatizing experience is how big it feels afterward. It swallows up everything you were, and since it only happened to you, none of your loved ones truly understand what you’re going through.” She chuckled, but it didn’t sound mean. It sounded kind. “So if you need an hour to sit here and be now-Paige instead of then-Paige, that’s okay. I’ll j

If I didn't do what they wanted they were going to take away everything. Not knowing how to explain, and trying to gain her sympathy, I fabricated a story. I sat across from the elderly woman, my heart heavy with the weight of my secrets. "I'm in a dilemma," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've been carrying around so much trauma, and I don't know how to overcome it."