leaving to heal
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For Me. For Him. For Us.
I used to think healing meant finding the right words to make people understand. To explain why I stayed so long. Why I kept hoping. Why I kept trying to make it work when it was already broken. I wanted… Continue reading
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The Hour That Saved Me: Finding Safety Before the World Woke Up
Some mornings I’d quietly slip out of bed while it was still dark. I didn’t turn on the lights. I didn’t make a sound. I just needed that one hour where I wasn’t being watched, evaluated, or interrupted. An hour… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 