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We Protected the Moment by Pretending It Wasn’t Real
Some memories stay sharp no matter how much time passes. Not because they were loud or dramatic, but because they lived in silence. In glances. In the way his hand almost reached for mine but didn’t. In the way we… Continue reading
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So who really killed Brian Thompson?
Brian Thompson was shot and killed early in the morning on December 4, 2024. He had just walked out of the New York Hilton Midtown hotel and was on his way to an investor conference. It was still dark outside.… Continue reading
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Trust, Taught Gently
If I’m slow to trust, it’s because my body remembers what my mind learned too young. That love could turn cold without warning. That closeness didn’t always mean safety. I learned to read between the lines of someone’s tone, to… Continue reading
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Managing Other People’s Feelings Nearly Broke Me
Some of us didn’t learn boundaries. We learned tone. We learned how to scan a room for tension before stepping inside. We became experts at mood prediction, emotional buffering, and speaking in a voice that wouldn’t provoke. Not because we… Continue reading
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What My Chest Has Been Trying to Say
There’s a pressure in my chest I can’t always name. It comes quietly, without cause, and settles in deep. It’s not sharp like panic or loud like heartbreak. It’s steady. Ancient. Like something that has been waiting a long time… Continue reading
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Frozen Without Warning
It’s hard to explain how fast it changes. I can be fully present – listening, laughing, even making eye contact – and then suddenly, something in me goes quiet. It doesn’t always take a trigger. Sometimes it’s just a tone,… Continue reading
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The Quiet Collapse
I can be doing everything right. Drinking water. Getting enough sleep. Moving my body. Smiling at people in the hallway. Laughing at the right parts of a conversation. On paper, I look like I’m okay. Like someone who has their… Continue reading
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Socks, Skies, and Silence
I don’t always know what safety feels like when it comes to people. I’ve been wrong before. Trusted the tone instead of the truth. Believed calm voices that came with cold eyes. So now I look for it in smaller… Continue reading
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Every Yes Costs Me Something
What they don’t see is the hesitation sitting in my chest before I even open the message. The way my heart races while my fingers hover over the keyboard. The way I read the same invitation three times, weighing every… Continue reading
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The Ache Beneath the Armor
It’s hard to ask for help when your trauma taught you that needing anything makes you a burden. So I don’t. I keep it in. I figure it out. I carry what’s too heavy because somewhere along the way, I… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 