Resiliency After Trauma- a Sham?

I stared, deadpan, at the perky coed who just offered this helpful quip after I shared a particularly devastating story, an actual narrative of events that happened to me, with my creative writing class in college. The classroom had gone mostly silent, the rustling of an uncomfortable audience shifting in their seats, unsure of their words, until this particular young woman felt the urge to speak up. Her personal narrative had been about a minor social misunderstanding on a ski trip; a flirtation with a ski instructor that fell flat. I wondered at the time if that was truly the worst thing that had happened to this young woman, and if so, if she knew how insanely lucky she was. The other three individuals from the class who preceded me in sharing our narratives had shared similarly surface-level, minor events, and I wondered the same thing about them, but I had already begun my essay and I wasn’t changing topic now. I didn’t really have time, and I was tired of carrying my baggage alone, so I decided to dump some of it on this sophomore-level university writing course. I knew none of them, they probably would never see me again after this course, so my “stuff” felt relatively safe with them. <a href="https://medium.com/age-of-empathy/resiliency-after-trauma-a-sham-a641d960ca56">Click Here</a>