In my mind I know that it is spring. I know that the flowers are blooming, that the grass is a bright shade of Kelly green, that the trees are growing back their leaves, and that the earth is in its most vibrant state of life and colors. But I don’t seem to see it. I recognize these gardens full of pastel flowers, and I know that it must be beautiful, but I don’t feel that it is beautiful. In the face of trauma it can be difficult to connect to beauty. It feels like you’re lo