Growing up I danced a lot. Dance was my ‘home’, my ‘therapy’, my ‘lifeline’, my ‘safe escape’. Because of PTSD my after-trauma self is removed from this amazing hobby. Because of C-PTSD my judgemental inner critic puts me down even before I think of starting to let myself connect with dance again. Because of reality, constraints on resources and lack of time I rarely find time to breathe, never mind dance and breathe. I want to dance again. Even if it takes me forever. I want to be able to let myself be happy, free, fit, breathing, dancing, getting lost in the music…free…for once in my life…free.
Hope Whispers 