trauma-healing
-
They underestimated what you could do, who you are. The first attempt happened before you could speak. You wouldn’t remember it. That was the point. By five, you had already learned to watch people’s faces before listening to their words. By eight, you understood that love occasionally packed a suitcase. By twelve, betrayal had introduced…
-
Misery loves company. But healing? Healing changes the atmosphere. And suddenly the same birds that used to land on your shoulders every day start circling somewhere else looking confused because the feeder is empty now. That is the part nobody warns you about. The lonely part. The quiet part. The part where your phone gets…
-
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…
