The sonic boom of a crisis' effect on the family becomes an overlap of time that reinforces the solo experiencing of the injury that, whether physical or internal, reintroduces the family in a vulnerable, radioactive gift box. We leave hurt well enough alone, and while outside supports are expected, the individuals in crisis are like recipients of a bomb. Leave alone until they're healed. They're left alone and what is devastating will stay with them intimately for years. Trauma, later, but in the wreckage, just animal reaction. Anyone left thinking proves a leader.

The home is sanctuary and potentially aggressor, and relatives are forced into new partnerships and offer chances for acquiring tasks that do not fit regular weekdays or social/communal schedules. Emotions are free, activity is heightened, surprise visits for relational breakage or bonding stay weeks on the property and those healing or cleaning up—both I’ll argue are victims of the anti-fate of bad universe attacks—are forced into rediscovering how fast their reflexes are.

The physicality of the (hurt person) carrying emotion through regular life as well as the supernatural setting of the crisis is like watching an unknown athlete begin at an alien instrument or strategy.

Is there any ethical standpoint for compartmentalization? Feeling within that certain frame of time is supported by therapeutic evidence, but task-focused assistance works for those who are active doers. Studying how being trapped with any self-improvement that may be scored is an annoying secondary, and cruel to juxtapose with what's not yet scabbed. Is crisis the angel of death in these periods of time when trauma fills familiar rooms? 

Man vs. so much and the ghosts (in the corner of the room, watching from the other end). They're not exactly smiling. Maybe they're (spirit) is what happens after the pebble hits water (veil). Place a piece of tape on your kaleidoscope's view hole and don't forget to bury its chamber cells with your childhood.

We are intentional here. We are adults writing about trauma. This, for Halloween purposes alone, should be enough to scare anyone.