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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.

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

Nine years without my mom. Grief hasn’t faded — it’s become part of me. Love is bigger than time, and I carry her in all I do.

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

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

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.

Most days, I find peace in the stillness. It’s where I ground myself, find clarity, and remember who I am. But some nights, that same stilln

I Once Thought I Was Toxic But now I understand what was really happening. For a long time I believed I was the problem. That I was too...