I Thought I Was the Lucky One: Love Bombing, Illusion, and the Spell I Mistook for Love
A year ago I ended a relationship that I had initially believed was the love of my life. I still kind of feel that way, even though being love bombed…
Sorting through what was mine, what was projection, and what was never real to begin with.
Even the gentlest slope can be dangerous. Subtle choices and unnoticed paths can lead to profound consequences.
A Year Later: Reflections on Pain and Resilience
Observing a year of pain, growth, and resilience — the subtle ways people show up when we are most vulnerable.
Visible distress is treated as a failure of character.
Composure is mistaken for truth, credibility, and strength.
When “What Are You So Angry/Upset About?” Isn’t Actually Concern
I’m finally recognizing how validity gets measured not necessarily by the truth of what’s said, but by the composure of the person saying it. My sister recognized this dynamic early…
A closed door with light visible underneath, representing survival, witness, and the refusal to disappear inside systems that demand silence.
Scapegoating and the Cost of Speaking Up
The Truth That Cannot Be Erased For over a decade, this space has been my witness. For a multitude of reasons, outside of what has been designated as my willfullness…
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