Let me paint you a picture. Ever seen those old kung-fu movies where some dude punches straight through another guy, and you can see right through the hole? That's us – walking around like human Swiss cheese, full of holes punched through by trauma. And what do we do? We slap whatever band-aids we can find over those holes just to keep moving. Sometimes those band-aids look like drugs. Sometimes they look like crime. Sometimes they're toxic relationships or behaviors that would make your therapist need therapy. But here's the thing – we did what we had to do to survive. The Street-Smart Guide to Trauma Here's something wild: half the time, we don't even realize we're traumatized. When you grow up in dysfunction, dysfunction becomes your normal. Trust me, I know. It took me years to connect the dots that my abandonment issues started in infancy when my biological mother bounced. That's the thing about trauma – it's sneaky like that. You want to talk about...