Healing on Isabel Laine, LLC

15/11/2025

There is a moment in every relationship when a woman quietly realises she is carrying the entire emotional weight alone.

The saddest part is that many men never see it happening. They are too busy calling themselves the “leader” while showing none of the qualities that make a woman feel safe, wanted, or valued.

You want respect, yet you offer none.
You want intimacy, yet you have forgotten how to be emotionally available.

You want her softness, yet you give her nothing solid to fall into.

You tell everyone she changed, but you never speak about the ways you slowly stopped showing up.

She asked for your attention and you brushed her off.
She tried to talk and you chose irritation over understanding.

She reached for you and you gave her distance.
She asked for connection and you offered excuses and silence.

You say she stopped meeting your needs first, but be honest.

Did she actually stop first? Or did you become so wrapped up in your own comfort that you never noticed the moment she grew tired of feeling alone next to someone she loved.

Now you act offended that she is no longer chasing your affection.
But she only stopped because you taught her that her effort was worthless.

You made her feel like an inconvenience.
You made her feel unseen and unheard.
You made her feel like the relationship was a one way street.

Then you blamed her for retreating into self protection.

Men who are worthy of love do not expect a woman to pour into them while they remain empty.

Real masculinity is not about control or entitlement. It is about presence, consistency, emotion, care, and leadership through example rather than ego.

You did not lose her because her love faded.
You lost her because you stopped behaving like a man who deserved the love she gave so freely. ❤️‍🩹

10/11/2025

I told you.
But you didn’t believe me.

I said I didn’t want to go back.
I said I was scared.
I said it in my own little-kid way…
with silence, with tantrums, with tears that didn’t make sense.
I said it by clinging to her leg at drop-off.
By wetting the bed again.
By screaming in my sleep.

And still,
you said, “She just needs time.”
You said, “Mom’s doing really well now.”
You said, “The case is almost closed.”

But you didn’t say, “I believe you.”
Not once.

You believed the reports.
The clean drug tests.
The court-mandated therapy.
The paper proof that said my parents had changed.

But you didn’t believe me.

I’m the one who woke up in that house.
The one who flinched when the door slammed.
The one who learned not to cry
because crying didn’t work last time.

I’m the one who felt the air change when Daddy came home.
The one who hid behind the couch when Mommy was mad.
The one who knew how to make myself small.

I’m the one who lived it.
But you listened to them.

You made me visit.
Made me smile for pictures.
Made me say goodbye to the people who actually kept me safe.
And then you told me I was lucky.
That I was “going home.”

But I never asked to go back.

I asked to be safe.
I asked to be heard.
I asked… without words, and with all of them
for someone to believe me.

You didn’t.

And now,
you got another phone call.
And I have to move.
Again.

But you won’t send me back to the ones who loved me,
the ones who stayed up holding me through the panic,
the ones who fought for me…

because they spoke up.
Because they told the truth.
Because they challenged your decisions.

And your egos?
They’re bigger than my need to feel safe.

So here I go.
Packing up my trash bag again.
Paying the price for adults who won’t listen.

03/11/2025

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if you don’t walk away from the fire,
it’ll burn your child too.

the habits that hurt,
the people who refuse to change,
the family that calls it love while causing pain
that’s the fire.

you can’t heal what you keep standing in the middle of.
and your child deserves to grow up
in peace, not survival.

they feel it
the tension in your shoulders,
the way your voice changes around certain people,
the heaviness that follows you home.

walk away if you need to.
even if it’s family.
even if they call you cold for choosing calm.

because what you heal,
they won’t have to.

20/10/2025

Could you show love
to a monster’s face,
Crafted by hands
that forgot to embrace?
Born from the darkness 
of being left all alone,
A heart once soft,
now cold as stone.
From a world that whispered
cruel lies in the air,
Until they became
the only voice there:
“You are unworthy,
unwanted,
unseen—
You have no place in this world,
you will always linger in between.”

Could you cradle a heart
now hardened by time,
A heart once hopeful,
now steeped in grime?
Could you see past the claws
and the scars on their skin,
To the child who was shattered,
who’s hiding within?
Whose tears turned to fire,
whose cries turned to rage,
When no one was there
to help turn the page.

Monsters are made,
born in the night,
Shaped by wounds
where love lost its light.
In oceans so deep,
where hope couldn’t swim,
They drowned in their sorrow,
left on the brim.

Could you love a monster
and see beneath the disguise,
To the soul with tear-filled eyes?
Would you reach through the shadows,
the battle,
the fight,
And find the piece within
that remembers the light?

Or would you, too,
turn and flee,
Like the world once did,
abandoning me?
Could you find it in your heart,
somehow,
To love a monster…
right here, right now?

Could you find it within
To show love…
to a monster like me?

— Could You Show Love to A Monster? By Lauren Rose

© 2024 Lauren Rose Poetry. All Rights Reserved

[ artwork by Sarah Ferber]

04/09/2025

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You cannot advocate for children and protect broken adults at the same time.
You have to choose who you are really fighting for.

Because somewhere along the way, we started confusing grace with blind loyalty.
We started calling it “compassion” when adults were given chance after chance
While the child kept getting hurt.
We started worrying more about the parent’s progress than the child’s safety.
And we started treating the child like collateral damage.

I believe in redemption.
I believe in second chances.
But I also believe that children should not be sacrificed on the altar of someone else’s healing.

You can pray for both.
You can love both.
But you cannot protect both when one is still causing harm.
You have to pick a side.

You have to be brave enough to say
“This child comes first.”
Even when the world around you tells you to wait.
To hope.
To give them more time.
More chances.
More grace.

Grace is not placing a child back into the same hands that broke them
If nothing has changed.
If the work has not been done.
If the patterns are still there.
That is not grace. That is gambling with a child’s life.

If you say you are here for the kids
Be here for them
Even when it means saying hard things.
Even when it means people call you judgmental.
Even when it means protecting a child from their own parent.

You cannot stand on both sides.
You cannot shield the child and the person hurting them.
You cannot claim to advocate while staying silent when it matters most.

So choose.
And make sure the one you choose cannot fight for themselves.
Because that is the one who needs you most.

09/04/2025

Far too many people are walking around carrying trauma with them. Some carry it like their cross to bear, some like a badge of honor, some like a shield to hide behind and use for protection from further unpleasant events or people. No matter how you carry it, you can't escape what you've been through completely and there is no easy way to cope and heal. But, you do have choices in how you choose to let it affect you. You can either let it continue to control you and kick your a**, or you can turn around and kick its a** until it no longer controls you or hurts you. It's your choice and always has been. What will your choice be going forward?

31/03/2025

Watching Your Child Love the Person Who Hurt You

There’s a pain not many people talk about—
Watching your child light up for someone who once dimmed your entire soul.

They laugh with them.
Hug them.
Draw pictures for them.
And you smile. You nod. You support the relationship because you know—deep down—your child deserves love from both parents.

But inside?
It hurts.

Because you remember the manipulation.
The gaslighting.
The tears you cried behind closed doors.
The way you used to shrink yourself to survive in a love that was never safe.

And now that person—
The one who tore you apart in quiet, calculated ways—
gets to be the “fun parent,”
the highlight reel,
the weekend hero.

You don’t want to poison your child’s view.
You don’t want to project your pain.
So you carry it.
Quietly.
Gracefully.
Alone.

And still—you show up.

You show up to parent-teacher conferences, to exchanges, to birthdays, to moments that require more emotional strength than anyone sees.

Because you know love isn’t proven by being loud.
It’s proven by staying steady.

And even when it breaks your heart,
you choose your child’s peace over your own pride.

But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

It means you’re doing something most people couldn’t.

You are healing in real time—
While sitting across from the person who once broke you,
And choosing, every single day, to not let that brokenness touch your child.

And that, mama, is power.

08/11/2024

03/11/2024

I'm working on my Master's degree in Clinical Mental Health Counseling currently. Between crazy and unpredictable hours at work, being chauffeur to kids for their work, homework and studying, and household chores and pets, I got nothing right now. I wish I did, but I don't and probably won't until I'm done with college again.

15/09/2024

This was an assigned video to watch for one of my counseling courses and I felt it was essential to share this with anyone else who might find it helpful somehow. I found it quite powerful and beautiful! I hope you do as well!

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