We constrict our animal bodies in various ways for social reasons, and it restricts our ability to process trauma at the time the trauma occurs. 

Often when something bad happens to a human, it’s not safe to curl up into a little ball and shake it off like any other animal would. 

These traumas stay in the energy field until they are released, but until then they cause problems, and not all of them can be found through examination of mental narratives. 

-this was in an old post of caitlin johnstone, pre-pandemic, it echoes now. this trauma is the latest unfathomable iteration of the conquest of nature trauma, so acute, because it's now and it's intensifying, and it's spreading like the virus encompassing everyone, normal as the elements and deadly. i feel the constriction, the animal fear. i curl up inside. i can't shake it off like a dog does. we're not safe outside. are we safe inside? quarantine's a fearful place and contingent sanctuary. we may ever safely emerge again. beyond, aside from, protest, how do we engage with the world, how do we engage in chaos, and how can we get along in quarantine? it's not right, it won't be until something inside-out undergoes a radical sea change. 

for now, for the unforeseeable present, fear has sunk down into the core of being.