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When Power Turns Predatory: The Pamela Bondi Ethics Scandal
Pamela Bondi didn’t walk into the Department of Justice to uphold the rule of law. She walked in with a wrecking ball. And the complaint filed on June fifth makes one thing brutally clear – she’s not just swinging it.… Continue reading
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No One Told Me I Could Let Go
It took me years to realize the weight I carried didn’t belong to me. I was just a child trying to hold the cracks together with silence and obedience, hoping love would come if I could make everything feel okay.… Continue reading
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Affirmations for the Ones Still Learning Peace
Read & Repeat: I am allowed to feel safe now. Even if I never knew what that meant growing up. I do not have to earn love by shrinking. I am worthy exactly as I am. It’s okay if peace… Continue reading
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This Thing Between Us
You say it’s easy between us. And it is. Every moment feels natural, every silence feels safe, every glance feels like a conversation we don’t need to translate. There’s no effort, no pretending, no weight in the air we can’t… Continue reading
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What We Don’t Say Still Hurts
There’s comfort in this almost-thing between us. The way we orbit each other just close enough to feel the warmth, but never enough to burn. It lives in quiet moments – the pause before goodbye, the messages that never quite… Continue reading
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The Safety of Almost
I want to say it. Every part of me wants to let it out, to name the thing sitting between us like it doesn’t already have teeth. But I know once the words leave my mouth, we can’t unhear them.… Continue reading
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Erased in Plain Sight
I started with my voice. I lowered it, made it gentler, less passionate, less sharp around the edges. I watched his body language like a map, trying to land in the version of me that wouldn’t make him sigh or… Continue reading
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Leaving Was the Most Honest Thing I Did
I didn’t walk away from marriage. I walked away from the version of it where my voice disappeared under his. Where compromise meant silence, and devotion meant disappearing. I used to think staying made me strong. That love was proven… Continue reading
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The Cost of Belonging to Someone
The word wife once meant love to me. I imagined warmth in it, imagined being held, supported, protected. I thought it meant building something side by side. But with him, wife became the reason I stopped recognizing my own voice.… Continue reading
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When the Memories Catch Up
Now that I’m out, I can finally feel it. I used to think leaving would be the hard part, but it turns out feeling safe is what unlocks everything you once had to bury. The body keeps score, and now… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 