#HealingJourney
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there is no hierarchy of pain
trauma is trauma. it is not a contest, not a hierarchy, not a scoreboard where only the “worst” story earns comfort, care, or compassion. if you have ever swallowed your pain with, “i shouldn’t feel this way,” or “other people have it worse,” i want you to hear this with gentleness: that thought is not…
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the great lock-in, but make it soft
if you’ve been online lately, you’ve seen it everywhere—the great lock-in, the winter arc, the ins + outs lists flooding timelines like a collective deep breath before the new year. everyone is “locking in,” recalibrating, promising a better version of themselves before january even arrives. and honestly? i don’t hate the idea. i just refuse…
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the call i didn’t see coming
the other day, i walked into the gym with that familiar mix of dread and determination—the kind that sits heavy in your chest when you’re trying to rebuild something that was taken from you. i’ve failed out of physical therapy three separate times now, not because i didn’t try, not because i didn’t want to…
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peace first, access earned
i’ve spent most of my life reading rooms i never asked to read. not because i wanted to, but because i had to. it’s a skill born from survival—learning to study tone, posture, silence, the tiny fractures in someone’s expression that tell the truth long before their words catch up. i can feel fake smiles…
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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…
Whispered Words | thtgrlinbloom, 🌻 