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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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