Why Trauma Makes Resting So Difficult

Photo by Luis Villasmil on Unsplash I have one memory of rest that sticks out for me. It happened a month or so ago, in my apartment. I was sitting at my sewing machine, stitching a small, padded pouch for my friend’s rosary. Time softened and melted away, and I was blissfully unaware of anythingContinue reading “Why Trauma Makes Resting So Difficult”