06/08/2026
Nobody called it trauma.
Not when you were the only Black person in the room for years. Not when you had to work twice as hard to be seen as half as competent. Not when the microaggressions accumulated until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.
Not when the doctor didn’t believe your pain. Not when the relationship left you questioning your own reality. Not when you lost something that didn’t get a funeral.
Nobody called it trauma. So you didn’t either.
You called it life. You called it stress. You called it “just how things are.”
But your body kept the record. It stored every moment your nervous system was overwhelmed. Every experience that changed how you moved through the world. Every wound that never got named.
This PTSD Awareness Month, I want to name what’s been invisible. The trauma nobody talks about. The experiences that live in your body whether or not anyone validated them.
Because the first step toward healing is finally calling it what it was.