#RawTruth
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a thank you carved from the hurt you left behind
i want to thank you, though saying that feels strange in a mouth still full of hurt. gratitude shouldn’t live this close to heartbreak, but somehow it does. somehow it rises right alongside the ache, the confusion, the betrayal, the grief of being turned into someone i never was. when you came into my life,…
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when someone rewrites you into the villain
there are heartbreaks you survive, and there are heartbreaks you inhabit. the latter are the ones that take up residence beneath your ribs, the ones you carry like a second pulse, the ones that don’t ask permission before they ache. this is one of those heartbreaks — the kind that follows me from morning quiet…
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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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love deserves to be shown, not just spoken
there’s an ache that comes from hearing the words “i love you” without feeling their weight. sometimes love sounds perfect in theory—soft, reassuring, familiar—but words, when left unaccompanied, begin to lose their strength. they echo instead of embrace. they become whispers instead of warmth. love isn’t meant to stay trapped in sentences; it’s meant to…
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when healing tastes like anger
I find myself awake again, early in the morning. It’s 4:31 a.m. here in D.C., and for the last two hours I’ve been working on my book. My pen moves, my fingers type, but somewhere in the middle of writing about healing, I had to stop. Anger rose up in me like a tide I…




