Memory Cards

In August of last year, approaching my three-decade anniversary of life, I made the decision to unspool. I googled “trauma-informed therapist” and filled out forms, asking for somebody who would “challenge” me but who would also be kind. After two decades of egomaniacal pastors and teachers, followed by a series of directors and coaches who were all push, I wanted someone who could center compassion over toughness. Someone who would, with care, hold space for my storm, while at the same time encouraging resilience.

For years I jotted down notes in a draft on my computer under the heading “sci-fi script” with…