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We are not human doings. We are human beings. Worth isn’t earned by effort — the radical act is to simply be.

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

You handled it so well.” If only you knew how much it took just to keep going while drowning in plain sight.

Abuse that feels like carbon monoxide. You don’t see it, but it’s already destroying you from the inside out.

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

He didn’t love me. He studied me, broke me, and called it love. What he really wanted was control.

Some days I want to say it all. This is one of those days. A truth-heavy, fire-in-my-chest kind of day.

When life gets too loud, I disappear—not because I don’t care, but because I’m overwhelmed and trying to hold it together in the only way I

PTSD isn’t just memories—it’s the panic, rage, and spiral triggered by constant messages. Respect silence. It’s a boundary.

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.