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Thinking out Loud (1)

Thinking out Loud (1)

Sometimes I wonder — is this me living in the past? Or am I just trying to figure shit out? Should I not be thinking about all the things I could be doing? Am I supposed to just sit here and wallow in everything that’s already happened? I don’t

Is it Strength or Survival

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Trauma in My Bones

Is it Strength or Survival

Mommy, Look at Me

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Mommy, Look at Me

The Version They Know

3 Peas in a Pod

The Version They Know

Being fully me in front of my true people. So, it’s Saturday evening and I leave Tuesday night. I know I have plenty of time to pack, but for me, this already feels like I’m cutting it close. Normally, I’m packed and my suitcase is ready by

Solo Traveling - Table for One

Solo Traveling - Table for One

People always say I’m brave for traveling solo. I understand why, but at the same time, I don’t. Am I supposed to wait for someone to come along? Or a partner I don’t have—and at this point, may never have? So what… my life is supposed

Living Out Loud: Step Up or Step Out

Living Out Loud: Step Up or Step Out

I went out solo tonight — a new thing I recently started doing after many many years of being on hiatus. Anyway, I ran into someone I rather fancied because I like his energy. And it made me think — what does it actually mean to live unapologetically me? You know what

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The Semicolon

Unapologetically Me

Unapologetically Me

I believe everyone has a purpose in life. And at some point, we all try to figure out what that purpose is. I know I’ve been struggling to find mine for a very long time. I was put here for a reason. But for the life of me, I

Dancing with Myself

Dancing with Myself

She Made Me Believe It Was My Fault — It Never Was

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She Made Me Believe It Was My Fault — It Never Was

Danger Zone Arc 3/3

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Danger Zone Arc 3/3

The Cost of Protecting Her

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3 Peas in a Pod

The Cost of Protecting Her

Danger Zone Arc Part 2 of 3

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Danger Zone Arc Part 2 of 3

Danger Zone Arc - Part 1 of 3

Danger Zone Arc - Part 1 of 3

The Triggers There’s a part of me I don’t like reaching. And when I warn I’m about to lose my shit, I’m not saying it metaphorically — I mean it. Because I know what comes next. This blog/memoir is healing, yes. But it also comes with

From Love to Hate

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I Am Not my Mother's Daughter

From Love to Hate

How it All Started

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I Am Not my Mother's Daughter

How it All Started

My Silence is My Survival

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Trauma in My Bones

My Silence is My Survival

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Luck or Life

The Pathological Liar - The Disappearance

Then There Was Them

The Pathological Liar - The Disappearance

He had even asked my friend to convince me not to have my son. Said I was too young. Played it as concern, but I knew the truth: he didn’t want a child with me. And yeah, I was young. But I wanted that baby. I wanted someone to

The Pathological Liar - The Shortcut

Then There Was Them

The Pathological Liar - The Shortcut

I met him when I was 15, and for the purpose of this blog and for privacy, I will call him “The Pathological Liar” — the man who would eventually become the father of my son. He was four years older: confident, persistent, smooth. And at the time, I didn’t

Learning to Be My Own Safe Place

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Learning to Be My Own Safe Place

Not Healing for Relief. Healing to Be Free

Trauma in My Bones

Not Healing for Relief. Healing to Be Free

I used to think healing meant just moving on. Getting over it. Feeling better and calling it growth. But real healing? It’s not clean or comfortable. It’s raw. It’s heavy. It breaks you open and shows you every piece you had to build just to survive. What

To Post or Not to Post

To Post or Not to Post

It’s hard to decide what to put on here. Because honestly... some days, I wonder if sharing this is even worth it. I want to — and sometimes I’m scared to. But then I remember: Silence never saved me. It just slowly ate away at me from the inside.

The Apple of My Father's Eye

The Apple of My Father's Eye

I was born into chaos — no, actually, I was weaponized from the moment I was born. I was her ticket to Canada. She married my father because she needed to escape her reality. And once she was here and she got what she wanted, she didn’t need him any

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