And Then Comes the LAUGHTER

So over my lifetime I have gotten pretty amazing at debriefing trauma. I function to keep myself as safe as possible in abusive situations. I then allow myself to cry for a bit, but then I change gears and maybe venues if possible. If I can then be alone, I cut to comedy to deescalate the physical effects. I left after I talked to staff for a bit, and then a staff member walked me to the bus stop. When I was alone, I could laugh at how demonic she is and always will be. It is tremendously stupid in this time of Apocolyptic tender and policies. I can then call her all the explatives that I feel. My hatred for this demonic entity is rage, but I can laugh, on the other side, at how ugly, evil and stupid she is with my quiet derogatory terms. I had had such a release from my embarresing public sobs that I then laughed at the bus stop where I was free to be me. As soon as I got there another cop car came by. I can now BREATHE freely.