Brianne Davis

There’s a phrase I heard from a speaker once that I have not been able to stop thinking about since. What’s buried alive always tries to come back. He was talking about trauma — about the way we bury overwhelming experiences instead of processing them, and how that buried thing doesn’t actually disappear. It becomes something else. Something alive. Something that eventually starts crawling its way back to the surface, whether we invite it or not. I call them trauma zombies. Not because they’re scary.