overcoming trauma
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There are things that should have been said. Not whispered years too late over a hospital bed. Not mumbled through regret after someone has already packed their bags. Not carved into a headstone where the only ears left to hear them belong to the wind. Some words arrive exactly when they are needed. Others never…
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You keep calling it life. I call it a loop. You wake up, replay the same story, tell yourself the same excuses, wear the same pain like it’s a badge you earned instead of a chain you refuse to cut. You call it chaos like it’s something happening to you, like you’re not the one…
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There comes a point where you get tired of cleaning up messes that were never yours. You look down at your hands and realize the red isn’t from your own wounds. It’s from standing too close to people who never learned how to stop bleeding on others. And instead of asking who cut them, you…
