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My job is many things. As I edited articles about trauma and recovery for our January issue, it occurred to me that sometimes it’s like a walk along a familiar trail.

I live near the Rock Creek Trail, which follows its namesake creek for about 18 miles from Washington, D.C., out to a manmade lake in suburban Maryland. It’s not exactly a wilderness, but it’s pleasantly woodsy. In the summer, it’s shady and cool, and as I write this it’s a riot of autumn color and crunchy leaves. By the time you read this, the trees will be bare.

I walk the local section of the trail often, especially early in the morning. And I have to confess that, when I walk, I usually focus on what’s in my own head. The scenery is a backdrop to my thoughts. But, every once in a while, I’ll spot something — a beautiful patch of tiny spring flowers, a tree newly fallen into the stream, a deer frozen in midstep — that brings me out of myself. And those moments of surprise and wonder make being on the trail worthwhile.

I’ve been doing this job for several years now, and parts of it are pretty predictable. But, every once in a while, I am surprised.

Back in September, I told a story here about getting mugged before my wedding — a trauma that stayed with me for a long time — and I invited you to write about a trauma in your life. We live in a world filled with violence and pain, both physical and emotional, but I think many of us are reluctant to talk about it. My parents encouraged me to be cheerful and grateful — nobody likes a complainer. Maybe you got that from your parents too?

But, I’ve learned that there’s healing power in sharing stories of pain and loss. Communities gather in grief, and this society is a community. So, I asked for stories. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect.

You caught me out like a deer on the trail.

The essays here are brave and sad and beautiful. They are written by people who have survived trauma, who continue to live with trauma, who help others through trauma and who have unwittingly worsened another person’s trauma.

I just want to say thank you to the writers who share their stories here. I hope you, our readers, will pause to read and think, and then join me in honoring their gift to us.