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Safety doesn’t always feel like relief. For a nervous system shaped by prolonged abuse, exhaling can feel risky before it feels real.

Loving deeply taught me the difference between being unloved and being unmet. This is what I learned about love, capacity, and clarity.

Music didn’t just comfort me. It held me through the darkest parts of my life and pulled me back into myself when nothing else could.

Awareness saved me… then it trapped me. Here’s how I broke the cycle of endless validation and started moving toward freedom.

PTSD isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s the stillness. The shutdowns. The spirals no one sees. This is what it feels like to live inside trau

People think leaving an abusive relationship means the pain ends. But surviving doesn’t mean healing. The night I didn’t die changed everyth

Mother’s Day brings love, gratitude, and an ache that never fades. This is how I navigate the space where love and loss collide.