She Will Never Be Found

Treat the entire life, the entire person. It is proven that recovery goes far beyond the physical damage. It is the psychological effect that goes unseen and far beyond survival. It involves tremendous strength and daily endeavor to pick-up pieces of a life that may never return. Just to heal is a daily chore. Every box opened is a morning unexpected. We must prepare for what is to come. How do you prepare for something you don’t understand, something you can’t see or have consciousness to observe in yourself? How does one cope with the unknown?  Frightened and lost most of the time, my brain is in a constant state of dizzy and confused, a ‘drunken state’ nearly every waking moment. What does it mean to feel normal?  Exactly what is this ‘normal’?  And who set the standards for such?

 

See the world from a survivor. Feel the effects of sound from one’s perspective. Not much shows on the outside, the physical almost undetectable at times, however, our world’s only intersect at intervals unknown. We touch wings slightly as each tries to understand the other. The life of STBI survival is a family event. It is a never-ending, all-encompassing world of no escape; affecting each and every person you know and love without discrimination. Inside those broken skulls lie the same cells, the same lost dreams and forgotten pleasures. Year after year the search continues for the lost one, yet no one has the heart to tell her that she will never be found.

 

The Concert Violinist no longer lives here; someone else has moved in to take her place.

Crowded Room