In this post, we’re sharing two pieces of prose written by our Trauma Ambassador Georgina.
Today I Felt Heard
Today I felt heard.
Today I felt seen.
I felt like the captain of my own journey,
and the people in the room only wanted to check
what provisions I needed.
They didn’t tell me I was wrong.
They didn’t ignore my thoughts, my ideas, my being.
They listened.
They saw the issues at hand.
They were curious about what I needed—
but also gave me the power back.
They saw me as myself.
They saw the work,
and the tools I had built to help me navigate.
I didn’t have to argue my case.
I didn’t have to showcase my flaws.
I was able to let them see me—exactly where I am.
The tools in my kit,
the lessons I’ve learned,
the power I have won back.
And today, I was treated as what I am:
a person.
And my expertise,
my knowledge of myself,
was accepted—
without the doubts that always came before.
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They Finally Heard
They finally heard.
Not the polished words I’d learned to use,
but the truth beneath them.
They finally heard the exhaustion behind my calm,
the effort it takes to seem fine,
the way I shrink to fit a world that feels too loud, too bright, too much.
They finally heard that my struggles were real—
not drama, not attention-seeking,
not hormonal storms or phases to outgrow.
They finally heard that I had spent years learning myself,
studying every reaction, every crash,
every mask I’d built just to survive.
That this wasn’t guessing—
this was knowing.
They finally heard that strength doesn’t erase struggle,
that articulation doesn’t equal ease,
that competence can coexist with chaos.
They finally heard that I wasn’t asking to be fixed—
just recognised.
That I didn’t need saving—
I needed seeing.
They finally heard that my diagnosis wasn’t the goal—
it was the map.
A way to move forward
without questioning my own reality.
They finally heard me—
not as a case,
not as a contradiction,
but as a person
who already knew the language of her own life.
Georgina,
Trauma Ambassador