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She was five and having a collosal tantrum... but all behaviour is a form of communication and truer than any words. So I took that moment to see her soul, to see the pain that is behind such actions. I let the love I have for her well up inside of me and shine though my eyes and be there in the gentleness of my hugs. And as my thoughts became calm I saw the same happen with her. It was as if we linked up in that moment, I became her anchor in that personal storm she was suffering. Then there we were, as if everything had suddenly become calm inside of her and the start of a baby smile spread over her cheeks.

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When I'm triggered it is so very hard to have self control, I'm doing the actions, it is my behaviour but it's as if the gas peddle got stuck down and in that acceleration, in that momentum, the steering wheel gets all jammed up too. It's all fight or fight and it's so disappointingly primitive but I can't override it unless I have a friend to help me, to guide, to release that emotional pressure so that I can take back the steering and make good choices. Without someone to love me, to switch my higher brain back on, I'm temporarily stupid...

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She was never still. The room always buzzed with energy when she was in it. When she vacated, something was missing.

By Jacinda Weire, August 4, 2013.
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She had been behaving like a cat that was going feral: she came home less and less frequently, staying only to change her clothes and give me some money to pass on to our parents. When home, she avoided them as best as she could, as if their presence reminded her of too many things in our lives that needed money

By lilacsky, April 27, 2013.

Found in Say Your One of Them, authored by Uwem Akpan.