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Traumatic loss is devastating and eludes all possibility of representation. It is by definition, unspeakable. Painful memories distort, fragment and bury themselves deep in the brain and lie there waiting to raise their head at any inopportune moment. The body readies itself for fight or flight, the survivor learns to camouflage how they feel so as not to upset others, and left unmanaged, the sadness will take over your life. Talking about what happened is sacrament to giving suffering a voice, and the outcome uncertain, but it must be done if the survivor is going to emerge from the milieu of darkness.