The Seen Club is a private letter for complex trauma survivors to feel validated, safe and creatively engaged.

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Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Exhale.

Imagine your personality as pieces. You know they exist within you, but they are scattered, disconnected.

Each piece is frozen in ice. You can see them, all blurry, but you can’t reach them yet.

So, you live with them. In the great frost. In your own long, dark winter.

But then,

a spark,

a match,

a moment of vitality,

a crack in the ice.

With each gentle touch, each moment of connection, each moment safety, something changes. A little warmth creeps in. And the ice begins to thaw.

At first, the melting feels unbearable, slow like honey, thick with memory, aching with beauty and grief. And the task is to simply hold the container while the pieces melt one by one.

With love and gentleness.

So. Much. Gentleness.

This is hard, painful and lonely.

But this is the portal to the other side of despair. Because what you meet in that thaw are the sacred pieces of yourself. Fragments long exiled by shame, contempt, or fear. Never gone, only waiting. As they appear, you greet each one with reverence, holy grief, unbearable ache, and quiet awe.

You realize they’ve been frozen in the void all along. A void that once felt like terror, emptiness, absence.

But now, you see the truth.

The void is not lack. It’s depth.

Your beautiful capacity for connection, love, and presence.

And within it, something moves: The Beast. Born of ancient survival, once consumed by the darkness, now learning to feel safe in it.

She’s not hiding anymore.

She’s feeling.

She’s moving.

She’s allowing the void to become a blanket, familiar, warm, almost tender.

And she’s not alone.

Her protectors are fiercely standing by: The Dragon, The Alchemist, The Fury, The Guard, The Soldier, The Siren.

Each one vibrant before her, each one loyal to her becoming.

Together, they form her inner army.

No longer battling the dark, but walking with it.

Holding her, soothing her, making her feel safe.

Brave enough to feel the full, messy, beautiful frequency of being human.

Warmly,

Dena

You are the first to read something from The Fragments Archive. This piece was written during a recent EMDR session. These protectors revealed themselves one by one, like old friends emerging from the fog.They once tried to keep me safe by hardening, retreating, shutting down or fighting. Now, they have new roles and are fierce, creative, loyal energies that hold me when my nervous system forgets how or repeats the old trauma loops. I'm grateful for them.

P.S. Be curious

1. Which part of you might be slowly defrosting right now, asking to be seen instead of fixed?
2. What protector is exhausted within you, needing some rest, waiting for your attention?