Tag: Reflections
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Some Scars Don’t Fade
Some scars don’t fade. We just stop showing them. At first, you think scars are supposed to disappear. That healing is measured in how little you feel. How rarely it comes up. How easy it is to talk about without your throat tightening. But scars don’t work like that. Not the real ones. The real…
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I Didn’t Walk Out of 2025 Lighter
I didn’t walk out of 2025 lighter.I walked out of it steadier.Not because the weight disappeared.Because I learned how to carry it without dropping everything else. This year didn’t arrive with fireworks (although plenty were set off—ugh, PTSD) or leave with a clean ending (though I find myself cleaning up all the same). It came…
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I Ain’t Healed
I ain’t healed.I just learned how to hide it. I learned which rooms to stay quiet in. Which smiles don’t invite questions. Which jokes land just right so nobody looks too close or leans in too long. There’s a smile on the surface. Easy. Practiced.But underneath it, there’s still a fire that never went out.I…
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Peacefully Unpeaceful
Being at peace peacefully can be unpeaceful—peacefully.It sounds ridiculous until you live it.It’s hard to be scared of thunder and lightningwhen you’ve spent your whole life standing in the storm.Then the storm finally ends,and you realize you don’t know how to exist without the wind. Peace doesn’t announce itself like victory—it creeps in like withdrawal.You’ve…
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Some Bridges Burn Better
There are times when burning a bridge isn’t recklessness—it’s survival. Not every connection is meant to last. Some tie you to places you’ve outgrown, to people who keep you small, to versions of yourself already buried. And sometimes the only way forward is to strike the match and watch the bridge collapse so there’s no…
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If I Died Last Night
If I died last night… Would you be angry you didn’t call me back?Would you remember the last thing I said to you?Would it be something worth holding on to… or something you’d wish you could change? If I died last night, you’d hear people talk about me—and they’d list the bullet points.Where I was…
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