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Trauma in My Bones

The Weight of Healing

Today is Monday morning. I’m working from home, but honestly, I feel completely spaced out. I did a lot of emotional and nervous system unpacking over the weekend, and to say it was physically taxing is an understatement. I had to dig down deep and really face some of

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Thinking Out Loud (5)

When You Think Someone Is on Your Side. You know, I get nervous knowing I’m going to say all this. Because it’s scary to say what you think out loud. It’s one thing to stand up for myself in my private life. It’s another thing to

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That Split Second

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I Am Not my Mother's Daughter

The Other Side

I Am Not my Mother's Daughter

What if It's Me?

My whole experience didn’t just stop at my mother. It opened something else. Something I don’t always like to sit with. Because when I look at my life… Outside of my kids— I don’t really have anyone. No family. No consistent circle. No people I can say

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Abuse of Power (4)

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Abuse of Power (3)

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Abuse of Power (2)

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Abuse of Power (1)

No Harm Done? No harm done. A phrase I’ve heard many times in my life — worded differently, but in the end, meaning the same thing. And now, when I hear those words — or anything like them — my body clenches. I go silent. My nervous system starts to rise into

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Would I Even Go?

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Music is My Medicine

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Thinking Out Loud (4)

Last night, as I was brushing my teeth, I was thinking to myself… you know, I don’t mind being alone. Like, I’m okay alone. But then I also thought about the other side of it, because yeah, it’s nice to be alone, but at the same time,

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I Did it Alone

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The Ones With No Voice

When it comes to animals, there’s something about how most are treated that I can’t shake. I remember taking my son to the circus once. It was my very first time as well. There was an opportunity to let your kids take an elephant ride. Me, having never

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When Will The Noise Stop?

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Queen of Bad Habits

If anybody’s the queen of bad habits… it’s me. It may sound funny, but truly—it’s not. As a child, I was smart, quick, confident, and athletic. Then I was placed with “her” and she broke down the part of me that was just entering the phase

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What I Never Had

I didn’t grow up with “traditions” except for Christmas where tamales were made, a specific food related to our culture. We would stay up until midnight, gift exchange, and that was it. We did celebrate birthdays, but we never had parties or went out for dinner, and my birthdays

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Then There was Them - A Glimpse

Yesterday I felt triggered, and I wanted to post a rant. But when I read it back, I realized I wasn’t grounded in my thoughts. So I paused. Today, looking at it, I know it came from a place that doesn’t need to be spoken out loud. With

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Thinking out Loud (3)

This last week has been a bit of a roller coaster for me emotionally, because I took time off work and I’m preparing to go back. Work was the main reason I had to step away because of the stress, but the time to return has come, and things

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Wait Till You Have a Daughter

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2025-The Year of Shedding and Growth

Trauma in My Bones

It's in My Nerves

I realized yesterday that my mood was just "off". I’m usually in an uppity, bouncy mood on a Saturday night. I like to have fun. Even when I’m by myself, I’m light. But last night I had a mood crash after vegging out all day.

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Thinking out Loud (2)

Right now I’m stuck in a void between chapters, and I hate the void because I feel like I have zero control. I’m someone who survives by knowing what the next step is, and right now every pillar feels suspended — my finances, my job, my Patient Talk program,

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Depth Before Trust

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Living by Choice

I chose to live a long time ago because I realized my dad died at 52 and never got to really live. He died from a disease that took him too fast. And my dad was the kind of person who thought he had time — he saved, he worked, he