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Give Me Ground, Not Fireworks
I crave safety the way some people chase thrill. I’m not looking to be swept off my feet. I’m looking for ground that won’t disappear beneath me. The kind of peace that doesn’t feel like a pause before the next… Continue reading
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When the Ache Isn’t Physical
There are nights where I feel it in my shoulders first – a dull heaviness that sinks in without warning. Then in my chest. My back. My legs. A full-body ache that doesn’t have a source I can name. No… Continue reading
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The Silence That Startles Me
Some days, nothing looks wrong on the outside. The coffee is warm. The morning is quiet. The world moves normally. But then something small – a sharp tone, footsteps too loud, a door closing a little too hard – lands… Continue reading
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When Being Here Is All I Can Do
Some days I can talk to everyone. I can hold conversations, respond with ease, make people laugh, even carry their emotions alongside my own. I show up, I seem fine, I am fine – for a while. Other days, replying… Continue reading
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When Explaining Becomes Exhausting
I stopped explaining my triggers. Not out of bitterness. Not even out of pride. I just got tired of watching people’s eyes glaze over halfway through my sentence. Of feeling like I was offering pieces of my pain to people… Continue reading
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He Measured Me Like a Threat
He used to stand in the doorway like a gatekeeper, arms crossed, eyes moving over me not with admiration, but with possession. There was something cold in the way he looked at me – like he was searching for something… Continue reading
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What Time Can’t Touch
They say time heals. And maybe, on the surface, it does. Maybe the days stretch out just long enough to soften the sharpest edges, to make it easier to speak without your voice shaking, to carry the weight without dropping… Continue reading
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Somewhere Between Silence and Surrender
We were always one breath away from too much. There was a gravity between us, subtle but undeniable – like standing on the edge of something vast, knowing one more step would pull us under. We didn’t touch, not really.… Continue reading
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He Wasn’t Safe. He Was Real
If I wanted easy, I wouldn’t want him. I wouldn’t be drawn to the way he made comfort feel counterfeit. He wasn’t smooth. He wasn’t simple. He showed up like a question I couldn’t answer, a feeling I couldn’t name.… Continue reading
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Everything We Didn’t Say Out Loud
We were just friends. That’s what we kept saying. Like repeating it out loud would make it true. Like the word just could somehow erase the tension in the room when we sat too close, or the way his voice… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 