Drawn to the Closed Door I’ve come to understand something about myself, and it’s both painful and clarifying: I gravitate toward people who use silence as a weapon. Stonewalling—cold, controlled,…
When “Are You Okay?” Is a Warning, a Call-Out, Not Care Historically, my sister would frequently corner me and ask, “Are you okay?” But it wasn’t because she cared. It…
The Cycle Wins~ It has been deeply painful to not only have been judged from my earliest days, for my senstivity, my overwhelm, my limits, and that my existence has…
Today, my back hurts—badly. But the pain itself is only the beginning. Almost immediately, I feel panic. That’s my second skin, my automatic response to discomfort: fear. Not just fear…