#WhisperedWords
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what no one tells you about loving an addict
no one really prepares you for what it means to love someone who struggles with addiction. from the outside, it can look simple—offer support, encourage treatment, stay patient. but beneath the surface is a quiet, complicated landscape that friends and families walk every day, often unseen. what no one tells you is how heavy the…
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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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when the room held its breath
today i cried in my doctor’s office. i don’t know if my doctor or my wife could hear the sound of my heart breaking, but that’s what it was. my wife made me sad. after a year of watching me live inside this pain, she sat across from me and argued about the medication that…
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when the quiet asks louder than the noise
“asking for little is not a sign of smallness—it is a quiet proof of worth, a wildflower strength that blooms even when the world stays silent.” there is a rare strength in the smallest requests. the world teaches us to shout, to demand, to prove our worth by the volume of our voices, yet there…
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the wild garden of love
“beneath every scar, love still grows—untamed, unbroken, a fire that refuses to fade.” love has never been a clean-lined story for me. it is a wild garden, blooming where it wants, thorned and radiant all at once. it is the quiet thrum that wakes me before dawn and the electric pulse that refuses to let…
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the myth of an infallible human
i am a constellation of mistakes, stitched together with curiosity. i misstep, i forget, i ache—and still i rise. every day begins with the same quiet truth: i will not get everything right, and that is the heartbeat of being alive. being human is not a vow of perfection; it is the art of bending…
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the shadow that changed me
“between the ache and the addiction,between the bitter and the broken,i am learning that even in ruins,a wildflower can bloom.” “as i sit here…” it was just shy of 12:30 this morning when i started writing that line, restless and aching. four hours later, i finally closed my eyes after talking with my best friend…
Whispered Words | thtgrlinbloom, 🌻 