survivor stories
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The Strength in Breaking
He thought breaking me in half would make me easier to control. What he never understood was that each broken piece carried its own strength, and when I gathered them back together, I became something whole that he could never… 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
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Give Me Ground, Not Fireworks
I crave safety the way some people chase thrill. I’m not looking to be swept off my feet. I’m looking for ground that won’t disappear beneath me. The kind of peace that doesn’t feel like a pause before the next… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 