The most familiar sight, light streaming in through the windows. The most familiar feeling, thoughts stuck in my head. Trapped when the door is wide open. 

Trauma whispers many lies, chief among these is the devaluing of your own voice. Who will understand? Who will stay? Secrets perform chokeholds. 

Power is regained when you simply begin. To speak. To connect thought to voice. Uninterested in the result, only in the process. 

Habits built over decades do not fall easily. They are taken apart brick by brick. Thread by thread. Just as they are built again, into something new. Use the materials provided to create something new. Recyle.