trauma-informed writing
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Trust, Taught Gently
If I’m slow to trust, it’s because my body remembers what my mind learned too young. That love could turn cold without warning. That closeness didn’t always mean safety. I learned to read between the lines of someone’s tone, to… Continue reading
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What My Chest Has Been Trying to Say
There’s a pressure in my chest I can’t always name. It comes quietly, without cause, and settles in deep. It’s not sharp like panic or loud like heartbreak. It’s steady. Ancient. Like something that has been waiting a long time… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 