To heal trauma, therefore, requires faith. You have to go naked, or so it feels, into the world. You have to go somewhat as a child, as someone who does not know what is possible.
Christ’s dictum to be as innocent as a dove and as cunning as a serpent is apposite. You need to forget malice, forget grief, forget all the cares and worries of the world. But not forget them, either. It’s a dance, a difficult feat of emotional magic, but it is a worthy ideal.
You have to learn to love as if that is the only thing in the world, and when wounded, to go naked out again.
Oh, perhaps I am waxing rhapsodic in a vague parody of myself, and people like me.
Most of all, this voice needs to be reduced in volume. It has a place. It does not need to be silenced. That is not the goal. This is hyPOvigilence, which is a real risk for most trauma survivors. It simply needs to learn, through contact with the real world (it had in reality been in an internal loop) how to function properly.