Healing from trauma is not a scheduled affair, nor are there expectations; recovery looks different for everyone. It can be dark and cold like a soggy motel room in a forgotten city, or bright yellow like the sun over burning fields littered with beer cans and asprin. Either way, it's rarely easy and often times plays out in different stages, ups, downs, happiness in full effect with hate on standby; love can roll in like waves and fear like clouds.eighteen-hundred days peels back the bandages to show an intimite and raw look at trauma and healing, plunging head first into pools filled with of all the complex emotions that come along with it. It can be dark, bloody and full of dread in its long prose, fluffy and sweet with its short quips on love and self acceptance, but don't let the bright yellow cover fool you, this is going to hurt.
