It has been five years since I realised I was a shell of a person.

The inner fractures were silent chasms. Barely any help could touch the sides, it all just echoed and reverberated round the dark chambers.

Somehow, slowly, there has been some repair. I have met others who are repairing too.

It is a collective work, it is both a collaborative endeavour and an individual pursuit.

When it comes to healing.
When it comes to reintegration after moral injury.
Here are the game rules.

We do not play Top Trumps with our pain

We do not play Top Trumps with our pain. 

We do not play Uno in a desperate attempt to be the last one standing. 

We refuse to place +4's onto the next player. 
We do not make another player miss a go.
We do not suddenly change direction and divert attention. 

We do not play Top Trumps with our pain.

Instead we play Dixit - interpret what has been created, take turns, try to uncover the true story.

Instead we play The Mind - a game entirely dependent on listening and timely action. 

We do not play Top Trumps with our pain.

_{Kate Fox Robinson 2026}