Life is like a giant carnival. At least, according to me. There are infinite rides you can get on, there’s always a crowd and you can get candy whenever you like. Also, waiting for the things you are excited about is the absolute worst.
This carnival of life is here for you to enjoy. You can hop from ride to ride and discover the various thrills this place has to offer. I have been on the ride of college and university, puked at the rollercoaster of working abroad, had a blast at the teacup of Tinder and at the moment I am standing in line for a ride called ‘being a published author’. Just like in real carnivals, the rides have requirements. And even though I often feel like being tall enough is still a must-have, mostly these requirements are based on skills and experience. You need a degree for certain career rides, you need to have people skills to enter the party parade and you might want to try the ferris wheel of finding beauty in reflective spaces . I am still working on my sales skills to be able to join the private mansion funhouse, but as we all know, that line is at a stand still at the moment.
Standing in line and looking at all the possibilities makes me brimming with life. I can’t wait to finish one ride, to be able to try the next. The air is filled with cheers, the crowd is excited and my hands are filled with way more cotton candy then I can possibly ever eat.
And then everything changes.
Suddenly, I am all alone. The bright colours have all faded to black. There is no more music, no more laughter and no more fun. The cotton candy in my hands turn into a huge spiderweb binding my arms together and having them crawling with all kinds of insects. The sky is black. The rides are still there. They seem to be moving in slowmotion. And they don’t seem to be fun at all.
Welcome to Trauma Triggerland.
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