Ocean. Whirlpool.

Whirling swirling in the deep dark sea. Trauma is like a whirlpool. You are floating along with the current then get swept up in an emotional side quest. Let it make you dizzy till it spits you back out into flow again. There are treasures in whirlpools. Treasures you can't find anywhere else. Treasures that take a long time to get to. Treasures that are people.

Backpacking on the coast is magical. More than a dozen bald eagles flying all over the place. No humans. A red-tailed hawk and a black bear. Loudest, biggest, strongest waves and love I ever felt.