When I was really depressed/busy and couldn’t even get the motivation up to read, I finally got back into it by rereading some of the books I loved as a teenager. YA or fantasy is easy and fun, and rereading a book at a different time in your life is a really special experience you rarely get to do with so many great books out there and so little time. It was like listening to a song that takes you back to a great time but way more extended and layered. It really relit a fire.
For a long time I kind of grunted through the character’s trauma the way I did my own, not really thinking about it other than an intellectual understanding of what happened. Basically disassociate it but wait to see what the reaction/aftershocks would be. As I’ve gotten older the actual trauma resonates with me a lot.