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Looking for “gentle” but constructive feedback. I’ve been writing a book for sometime and just finished the prologue. If...
07/08/2025

Looking for “gentle” but constructive feedback. I’ve been writing a book for sometime and just finished the prologue. If you read this, would you be interested in reading the book?? It’s about the “after” to all the hell you have lived through.

“There’s a stillness I live in now.
It didn’t arrive gently.
It came after everything fell apart—again and again—louder each time, until there was nothing left but me and the silence that refused to leave.

Not the peaceful kind of silence.
Not the kind you crave after a long day.
The kind that presses against your chest and asks,
“Now what?”

I don’t know what version of me made it out.
The mother who lost her baby.
The wife who broke her husband’s heart.
The addict who lied, begged, hid, clawed her way back.
The girl who never wanted to be strong but had no other choice.

Some days, survival feels like a miracle.
Other days, it feels like punishment.

But every morning I wake up in this quiet,
and I remind myself:
This is the after.
This is where I begin again.”

Thanks for taking the time to read. ❤️‍🩹

I Was a Child. But I Lived Like an AdultI was little.But my life never felt small.Because I was carrying things no child...
04/19/2025

I Was a Child. But I Lived Like an Adult

I was little.
But my life never felt small.
Because I was carrying things no child should have to carry.

I wasn’t worried about toys or cartoons.
I was worried about moods.
Bills.
Meals.
Making sure people were okay, even when I wasn’t.

I learned how to take care of everything… except myself.

I cooked.
I cleaned.
I kept siblings quiet.
I answered questions adults should’ve been asking each other.
I checked on grown-ups while no one ever checked on me.

And the worst part?
It felt normal.
Because when you’re raised in chaos,
maturity isn’t praised; it’s expected.

But I was just a kid.
A kid who knew too much.
Felt too much.
Handled too much.

I didn’t get to just be.

And now that I’m older, I still catch myself bracing for things that aren’t even happening.
Still overthinking.
Still carrying guilt that never belonged to me.

Because when your childhood is filled with responsibility instead of safety, your nervous system doesn’t forget.
Your inner child doesn’t forget.

But I’m trying.
To rest.
To breathe.
To remind myself I don’t have to do it all anymore.

Because I was never meant to raise myself…
I just did what I had to do.

To the One Whose Parent Remembers It DifferentlyThey talk about your childhood like it was goldenThey laugh at the memor...
04/02/2025

To the One Whose Parent Remembers It Differently

They talk about your childhood like it was golden
They laugh at the memories that still make your stomach twist.
They tell stories with a softness you don't feel-because the version they carry isn't the one you lived.

You remember walking on eggshells.
They remember discipline.
You remember silence as punishment.
They remember "giving you space."
You remember needing comfort.
They remember you being "too sensitive."

It's disorienting.
To hold pain in your hands while they insist it neve existed.

To be gaslit by someone who genuinely believes they did their best.
And maybe they did.
But intention doesn't erase impact.

You're allowed to grieve what you didn't get.
Even if they say you had "everything."
You're allowed to tell the truth.
Even if it makes them uncomfortable.

Because healing isn't about agreeing on every detail
it's about finally trusting your own memory,
your own body,
your own truth.

You are not difficult for remembering what hurt.
You are not ungrateful for needing more than they gave.
And you don't owe silence to anyone who benefits from your denial.

You can love them.
You can mourn them.
You can walk away from the version of the past that protects their peace but buries your pain.

And you can still heal.

Because your story matters.
Even if they never see it clearly.
You do.
And that's where the freedom begins.❤️‍🩹

Dear Parent I No Longer Speak To, But Still GrieveI don’t talk to you anymore.Not because I stopped caring—but because I...
04/01/2025

Dear Parent I No Longer Speak To, But Still Grieve

I don’t talk to you anymore.
Not because I stopped caring—
but because I had to start caring about myself.

I wanted to love you.
I wanted to keep the door open.
I wanted things to be different.
But love that hurts, manipulates, or breaks me down isn’t love I can stay close to anymore.

Still…
I grieve.

I grieve the parent I wish you had been.
The safety I never felt.
The apology I never got.
The comfort that only existed in daydreams and what-ifs.

I didn’t walk away to punish you.
I walked away to protect me.
To protect the child in me who spent far too long trying to earn love that should’ve been freely given.

But I do think of you.
In memories that sting.
In moments when I need a parent and still reach for silence.
In holidays and milestones and tiny things I wish I could share.

There’s a version of you I’ve mourned—
the one I never got to meet.
And that grief? It’s real.
Even if the world doesn’t understand it.
Even if you never do.

I loved you.
And I still do.

But now…
I love me more.
(OP: ThisUser)

Loving someone means working on yourself so that your wounds don't become their trauma.
03/19/2025

Loving someone means working on yourself so that your wounds don't become their trauma.

I’m definitely a sunset chaser but I’m so glad I learned how to give up looking in that damn rear view mirror & focus on...
03/02/2025

I’m definitely a sunset chaser but I’m so glad I learned how to give up looking in that damn rear view mirror & focus on the here & now!❤️‍🩹

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03/01/2025

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This hit me hard! 😣 Cuz man, you upset me & you can go to hell. It’s that bad! My therapist told me "my ability to cut p...
01/08/2025

This hit me hard! 😣 Cuz man, you upset me & you can go to hell. It’s that bad!

My therapist told me "my ability to cut people off & self isolate is not a skill I should be proud of, it’s a trauma response rooted in never having anyone to depend on.” ❤️‍🩹

Sound familiar??
12/01/2024

Sound familiar??

Facts! 💯
11/30/2024

Facts! 💯

11/19/2024

Anybody else feel like 2024 was a lesson about healing, letting go, faith & family.

You got this! 👆🏼🤣
11/19/2024

You got this! 👆🏼🤣

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