women who feel deeply
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The Bloodbath of Healing
People don’t understand that healing isn’t a glow-up. It’s a bloodbath. It’s standing in the wreckage of everything you tolerated and realizing the monster wasn’t just him – it was the version of you that stayed. The one who kept… Continue reading
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When Being Here Is All I Can Do
Some days I can talk to everyone. I can hold conversations, respond with ease, make people laugh, even carry their emotions alongside my own. I show up, I seem fine, I am fine – for a while. Other days, replying… Continue reading
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When Explaining Becomes Exhausting
I stopped explaining my triggers. Not out of bitterness. Not even out of pride. I just got tired of watching people’s eyes glaze over halfway through my sentence. Of feeling like I was offering pieces of my pain to people… Continue reading
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What Time Can’t Touch
They say time heals. And maybe, on the surface, it does. Maybe the days stretch out just long enough to soften the sharpest edges, to make it easier to speak without your voice shaking, to carry the weight without dropping… Continue reading
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He Had the Key. He Just Never Used It
There’s a softness in me he’ll never meet again. Not because it’s gone, not because I’m bitter, but because it was offered once – fully, freely, without hesitation – and he stood in front of it like it was something… Continue reading
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He Wasn’t Safe. He Was Real
If I wanted easy, I wouldn’t want him. I wouldn’t be drawn to the way he made comfort feel counterfeit. He wasn’t smooth. He wasn’t simple. He showed up like a question I couldn’t answer, a feeling I couldn’t name.… Continue reading
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Everything We Didn’t Say Out Loud
We were just friends. That’s what we kept saying. Like repeating it out loud would make it true. Like the word just could somehow erase the tension in the room when we sat too close, or the way his voice… Continue reading
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This Is How Soft People Protect Themselves
I learned how to pull back without looking like I was retreating. A small shift in energy, a lighter tone, a well-timed smile that says everything’s fine even when I’m already halfway out the door emotionally. It’s subtle. You wouldn’t… Continue reading
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She Unfolds Where She’s Held, Not Watched
There’s a version of me that only comes out when I feel safe. She’s softer. Quieter. Laughs without scanning the room. Speaks without second-guessing. She doesn’t measure her words or shrink her feelings to fit someone else’s comfort. She doesn’t… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 