I am not afraid of being unsafe; I am afraid of feeling unsafe. There is a difference. It means that uncertainty, loss, and even death can be profoundly safe experiences if I am not at war with the sensations they stir in me. If I do not brace against the tremor. If I allow the body to feel what it feels without trying to outrun it.

Coming back into my body after trauma has lived there for so long is the most unusual experience of my life. It is messy and disorienting and humbling. But it is also the most rewarding. I am only just beginning to recognise that true safety was never the absence of threat…it is the capacity to stay present with myself in its midst.