Healing
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After the Door Closed
The hardest part wasn’t leaving him. It was what came after – the long, disorienting process of learning how to exist in a body I had been taught to disconnect from. A body that had been touched, commanded, and criticized… Continue reading
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The Body Remembers
What he took wasn’t just my comfort. It was the quiet right to feel safe in my own skin, to exist without bracing for impact. That loss didn’t come all at once. It was chipped away slowly, through every moment… Continue reading
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This Is What It Cost Me
Just because I was married to him did not mean I stopped being mine. But he treated me like marriage had erased that. Like I no longer had a voice that needed to be heard or a boundary that needed… Continue reading
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When the Lie Got Too Heavy
I didn’t finally heal in some perfect, cinematic way. I just got tired of pretending I hadn’t been hurt. I stopped minimizing what I went through. Stopped laughing things off that never should’ve happened in the first place. My healing… Continue reading
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Close enough to care. Far enough to stay whole.
I know what it’s like to offer someone the most tender part of you, hoping they’ll see it for what it is. But instead, they glance right past it as if it holds no weight. And in that moment, you… Continue reading
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After shrinking. After pleasing.
By the time I was old enough to ask for love, I already believed I had to earn it. I didn’t think love was something given freely. I thought it had requirements. Conditions. Performances. I thought it looked like silence… Continue reading
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I don’t hate him. But my body still remembers.
I don’t hate him anymore. But my body still remembers. Even now, when I hear my name in his voice, something in me flinches. Not out of anger. Out of instinct. Because once upon a time, that voice came just… Continue reading
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The Cost of Feeling Safe
If I seem calm, it’s not because nothing moves me. It’s because I’ve lived through too many moments where peace turned into something else before I could hold onto it. Joy has always arrived with a catch. I learned to… Continue reading
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This, Too, Is Healing
Healing doesn’t always arrive in calm moments or curated routines. It doesn’t always come wrapped in yoga mats, green tea, and peaceful rituals. Sometimes healing is messy, clumsy, and quiet. Sometimes it’s survival disguised as normal. There are days when… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 