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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.

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

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

Letting Go of the Past I didn’t just walk away. It wasn’t that simple. It took me over a year to finally let go because I didn’t have the strength. I didn’t have the emotional or mental capacity to feel the pain that followed. And I’m not talking about the pain from just a breakup. I’m talking about the pain of realizing how much of you is gone. The pain of losing so much of yourself that you don’t know if you’ll ever find yourself again. The pain of losing somebody who never