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the wars we wage in silence
invisible battles are the hardest to explain, because half the time we don’t have the language for them ourselves. they sit deep in the body, tucked under rib and memory, swelling in the quiet moments when no one is watching. it’s the kind of hurt that feels too small to justify and too big to
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september, october, november of ’24 — the hardest months
let’s flash back to a little over a year ago. that was the season everything inside me cracked open. the season my addiction sank its claws in deep. i wish i could tell you there was a single moment that started it, a clear memory i could point to, but there isn’t. what i do
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how would your ex paint you?
most people, when asked how their ex would describe them, shrug with that familiar mix of humor and bitterness and say, “oh, the lighting wouldn’t be flattering.” mine? i’d probably give the same answer. it’s almost instinctual—this idea that an ex will always see us through the dimmest lens, that they’ll highlight every flaw and
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the quiet heartbreak of trying to shift an unmoving soul
some truths don’t crash into me—they arrive like a slow bruise, deepening day by day until i can’t pretend not to feel them anymore. and this one… this one has been settling in my bones for a long time: i cannot move someone who has chosen not to budge. it doesn’t matter how much i
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being chosen publicly
there’s a quiet ache that comes with being half-seen—like standing in the doorway of someone’s love but never being invited all the way in. it’s a peculiar kind of loneliness, the kind that doesn’t scream, but settles into your bones, whispering that maybe you’re not meant to be shown. you tell yourself that love doesn’t
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when healing hurts: the truth about accidental addiction
it’s morning again—and my body’s already shaking its way into battle. the kind of morning where i wake before the sun, not because i want to, but because my body decides it’s time to remind me what dependency feels like. the withdrawals are back—creeping in like an old ghost that knows exactly where to press
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when the morning broke me before the world did
today has been hard, but… today, the goal was simple—just go on a walk.nothing elaborate. nothing grand. just movement, fresh air, a moment to breathe after a morning that already left me unraveling. because the truth is—it started with him.my boyfriend was a jerk this morning.no explosions, no dramatic argument—just that quiet cruelty that slices
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