I’m taking a ten-week class in Somatic Meditation, which involves spending time deep in my body each day. In the throes of this darkness, I’m discovering something I have always faintly suspected: discursive thinking is a strategy of avoidance. When it’s too scary inside my body, my left-brain takes over and off into the clouds I go. Keeping my attention in my body is terrifying – or rather, I am invited to feel the terror stored up in me. Healing from trauma, no matter how large or small, happens in the feeling of unprocessed pain. It’s safe here, my body tells me daily. NO IT’S FUCKING NOT, my left-brain screams back at me.