I try to remind myself that recovery from trauma does not have to be linear. There are days or weeks where I feel stronger or "back to normal". Like when I listen to Kesha's new album while walking down the street and "Praying" comes on and I confidently yell back at men who make gross comments, feeling like a superhero in my timberlands and jean jacket I've stuffed with layers. But then there are days where my grief and pain will sneak up on me. Like when I listen to Kesha's new album while walking down the street and "Praying" comes on and I sheepishly sneak deep into my scarf while men make gross comments and I feel like the fool I try to convince myself I'm not.