Haunted Hell: What Trauma Teaches You

Haunted Hell: What Trauma Teaches You

What trauma teaches you is rarely neat or noble—it’s buried in chaos, survival, and the silence between storms.

June 18, 2025|Unwritten & Understood

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Author’s Note

For the ones who learned chaos before comfort.
For the ones who flinched when the world got quiet.
We see you. We love you. This was written with you in mind.

This piece explores the psyche of someone who has endured relentless trauma and emotional war—the kind that leaves scars no one can see. It reveals how enduring constant turmoil can become a familiar, though destructive, refuge—a “Haunted Hell” where the line between survival and surrender blurs.

Personal Tribute

To the foster children who moved through our home—
and to the son who stayed.

Kaleb,
You taught us what it means to love someone fiercely through the noise.
You are proof that storms don’t always destroy—
sometimes, they plant something worth growing.

We see you.
We always will. 

Haunted Hell By: Felecia Jacks

The heaviest thing you ever carried
was the silence between storms.
War began before you could spell the word for it.
And the worst part?
You never knew when the next shot would come—
only that it would.

You learned early:
Calm is the real threat.
It lulls you.
Makes you think you’re safe.
Makes you think this time might be different.

But chaos—
chaos keeps its promises.

Fury spared isn’t mercy,
it’s a delay.
A sharp inhale before the blow lands.

So you found peace
not in quiet,
but in the noise you could count on.

Because when the bombs are already falling,
you stop flinching.
You know where the shrapnel will hit.
And pain you expect
hurts less than the hope that betrayed you.

You learn to keep your life broken—
not because you like walking on shards of glass,
but because it keeps you.
Fixed always lets you go.

A bubble bath of fragments,
swimming in an ocean of red.
Not because you like pain or the color,
but because clean water requires
maintenance you’re not capable of.

Soldiers don’t go to battle
with hearts that aren’t beating.
They see blood and they flee.
You can’t fight someone
who’s already dead inside.