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When Safety is Elusive
Loving a dismissive-avoidant is like trying to hold water in your hands. No matter how gently you cup it, no matter how carefully you try to contain it, it slips through your fingers. The harder you try to hold on, the faster it runs away. You can see it, you can feel it, you can…
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The Years We couldn’t Name
For years, we sensed something was off. She was bright and creative, but also increasingly distant—eccentric in ways that were hard to explain. We tried to name it with softer words: quirky, sensitive, intense. We hoped time, rest, or love would smooth the edges. Instead, the edges sharpened. What followed were repeated episodes of psychosis—confusing,…
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Carried Not Crushed
This year did not unfold the way I would have chosen. It was a year marked by heartache and loss, by challenges that felt unrelenting, by fear that crept in quietly and grief that arrived without asking permission. There were moments when the weight of it all felt heavier than I knew how to carry.…
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Loneliness Inside Togetherness
There are experiences in life that carve themselves quietly into the soul. Loving someone who keeps their heart far away is one of them. It is not the kind of pain that startles you; it is the kind that settles in slowly, like a fog that refuses to lift. And over time, it shapes the…
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With the volume Turned Up
Being a person with big feelings is both a gift and a weight. It means living life with the volume turned all the way up—where emotions are vibrant, convictions run deep, and connection feels like oxygen. For me, feeling isn’t something that happens to me.It’s something that happens through me. I feel deeply. My emotions…
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The Shards of Woundedness
I’ve learned that when someone refuses to face their pain — when they bury it, deny it, or guard it like it’s something sacred — it doesn’t disappear. It just finds quieter ways to speak. When pain goes unattended to, relationships begin to pay the price. The silence inside becomes the noise between. Without realizing…
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Waiting
There is a quiet ache that settles in when the future feels uncertain — a tender, pulsing space between what was and what will be. I am sitting here, in that in-between. It’s the place of waiting. Of surrender. Of not knowing what comes next, yet trusting that there is a sovereign plan unfolding —…
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Lament, Love and Light
This has been a week of significant grieving. I have felt the weight of division, the seething anger of intolerance, the separation of humanity, and the ache of bloodshed. I have felt the separation and have grieved the distance of ideologies—how beliefs and perspectives can pull people apart, even those who deeply care for one…
Braving Authenticity 