#HealingJourney
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loving myself enough to know what i deserve
there was a time when i thought love was something to earn—something i had to chase, prove, or bargain for. i believed that if i worked hard enough to be agreeable, if i bent my edges just right, someone would finally stay. it took years, and more heartbreaks than i care to count, to understand…
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seeing myself through shifting glass
body dysmorphia is a quiet thief. it slips into the room without a sound, bending the light around every mirror until nothing looks the way it should. it does not announce itself with sirens. it waits in the reflection of a storefront window, in the accidental photo someone tags you in, in the pause between…
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a beautiful mind in the shadow of survival
there is a moment in a beautiful mind when john nash, torn between brilliance and torment, chooses to live with his hallucinations instead of against them. he learns to walk alongside them, to make peace with the noise that will never fully quiet. it is not triumph in the neat sense—there is no magic cure,…
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when the weight won’t lift: living with depression
depression does not always storm in like a hurricane. often, it is a quiet thief, slipping into your life without warning. it takes your energy first, then your interest in the things you once loved. it drapes itself across your shoulders like an invisible cloak, heavy and suffocating, until you forget what it felt like…
Whispered Words | thtgrlinbloom, 🌻 