The Infinite Starr

emotional-resilience

  • The Weight Room at the Funeral

    What you do with your body every day is a message to your mind about who you are. Not your affirmations. Not your Pinterest board. Not your “new month new me” speech typed out at 2:14 a.m. while eating shredded cheese over the sink like a rat with unresolved trauma. Your body knows the truth…

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  • I Don’t Run With Wolves—I Am the Silence They Hear Coming

    People run in packs because they don’t feel safe alone. I run alone because I don’t feel safe in packs. That difference right there…that’s not preference.That’s experience. See, people love to romanticize loyalty until they’ve been circled by it.Until they realize some packs don’t protect…they position.They don’t surround you to keep you safe.They surround you…

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  • The Guest Who Forgot They Were Passing Through

    You didn’t land here the way you think you did. You arrived. Quietly. Completely. With no memory of the place you came from and no map for where you’re going next. That’s part of the design. You stepped into a body like stepping into a suit. Not permanent. Not owned. Just worn long enough to…

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  • The War That Was Never Yours

    One of the healthiest habits you can practice is learning how not to take anything personal.Not because you’ve gone numb.Not because you don’t care.But because you finally see clearly. And once you see it, you can’t unsee it. The second you realize most people are at war with themselves… not you… something inside you unlocks.Not…

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  • The Ghost That Learned to Live Without You

    I stood there above your ghost, watching for months as the demons ravaged your body. Alone inside your own head, trying to figure out whether you were listening to the voices or becoming one of them. Tapping on the door three times before you turned the lights out, like a ritual, like superstition was the…

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  • Ode to the Narcissists

    You never loved me. You just wanted to own me. You didn’t fall in love with me.You fell in love with your reflection in my eyes.I was the canvas, you were the brush—but the painting was always your own face.You whispered sonnets soaked in sugar,but every word was a leash.You didn’t want a partner.You wanted…

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