anxiety
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Progress Is Not a Straight Line
I still lock every door twice, even when I know it is safe. I still catch myself replaying conversations in my head, analyzing every word and wondering if I said the wrong thing. Some mornings I wake up with my… Continue reading
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The Way Trauma Speaks
Some days, I still don’t know how to explain what I’ve lived through. I only know the way my stomach drops without warning. The way silence can feel louder than shouting. The way my body stiffens at a familiar sound… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 