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I Didn’t Get to Be the Daughter
I didn’t get to be the daughter. I didn’t get to melt down or fall apart or slam the door and scream that life wasn’t fair. I learned early that someone had to keep things from falling apart, and that… Continue reading
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I Was the Punchline
I remember that day like my body remembers danger. I had stopped by the gym before heading to meet my husband and some friends at the park. As I walked out, a man I didn’t know tried to make small… Continue reading
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The Shape I Bent Into
I kept shrinking myself. Softening my tone. Anticipating his moods before he even walked in the room. I changed the way I dressed, the way I laughed, the way I existed – hoping maybe this version of me would be… Continue reading
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Who I Might Have Been
Sometimes I catch myself moving through the world in ways I never chose. I trace the edges of who I’ve become and realize so much of it wasn’t shaped by joy or freedom – but by necessity. I learned to… Continue reading
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Flinching Was My First Language
I learned the rhythm of fear before I ever learned to form full sentences. I could read a room by the weight of a breath, the shift of a shadow, the sound of a shoe hitting tile just a little… Continue reading
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Some Memories Know the Way Back
There are names that still catch in my throat. The sound of them wraps around my spine like muscle memory, and suddenly I’m bracing for something that isn’t coming – but once did. There are rooms that feel louder than… Continue reading
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What the Vows Didn’t Protect Me From
Being married to someone who broke me didn’t shatter me all at once. It was slower than that. Quieter. It started with the way I second-guessed myself mid-sentence, the way I shrank a little when I laughed too loud, or… Continue reading
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The Power of Feeling Everything
The things I was called too sensitive for were the very instincts that kept me safe. I noticed the shift in tone, the weight in the room, the words left unsaid. While others brushed it off, I felt it all… Continue reading
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Survival Was My First Language
I didn’t learn emotions by being asked how I felt. I learned them by watching people’s faces change mid-sentence. Every shift in tone was a signal. Every sigh or silence taught me what to say and what to swallow. I… Continue reading
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Sitting With the Storm
I stopped trying to control every thought. I realized some were passing through, others had been living in me for years. So I learned to sit with them. To let the noise come and go without making it my identity.… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 