For most of my life, I have minimized and dehumanized my trauma by comparing my experiences with others. I never gave myself permission to feel my own pain because I didn't feel like it was "bad enough" or "worthy enough" to be addressed. As women in Western society, we are taught that our emotions are too much. We're told that we are over sensitive, over complicated, and over dramatic, yet we are also expected to be self sacrificing (in every way) and never ever complain about it. (HUH?!?!?) I’m calling BS on all of this. I hit my wall this year when my grandmother died and a series of unfortunate events followed. I couldn't hold up the facade anymore. I had to stop running, face my pain, and heal from it or risk shrinking into a version of myself I no longer recognized. This is my story of breaking down and, more importantly, breaking through.