Sometimes I imagine my trauma like an iPhone.You know how when you delete something, it doesn’t go away? It simply moves to the “Recently Deleted” folder for 30 days, waiting to be permanently erased.But in my case, the folder never empties.The memories don’t expire.They sit … Continue reading The Deleted Folder
Tag: #healing
Heavy Closeness
This piece is an exploration of what it means to grow up without room to breathe; in a house full of bodies, objects, noise, and unspoken rules. It’s a story about learning closeness before I ever learned space. About how love can feel like suffocation when your childhood taught you to shrink instead of exist. I return to the fragments of myself I once abandoned; the little girl who didn’t have a corner of the bed, the teenager who walked until the panic left her chest, the woman who craves intimacy but fears being swallowed by it. This is my attempt to press play again. To rebuild the home inside me. To stay this time. To breathe.
Still Living In That House
Writer’s Note This piece is part memory, part feeling, and part search. It is not a linear story. It moves like memory does; fragmented, circular, sometimes clear and sometimes smudged. I wrote this not because I have answers but because I needed space for the … Continue reading Still Living In That House
You, after All
Stages of Grief ~ Acceptance Two years have passed since our paths diverged, Yet your presence still lingers in the quiet corners of my mind a steady beacon amid the ebb and flow of time. Your image, though softened by the passing seasons, remains etched … Continue reading You, after All
Yearn
Childhood I remember playing outside alone with a Bratz doll, occasionally looking in the distance, hoping to see my dad walking to the house holding a big teddy bear. I loved those, even at 25. Their fur kitten-soft smile is like an offered cup of … Continue reading Yearn
Reflections
A Whirlwind of Emotions Depressive lows The last few days have been filled with enthusiasm, excitement and encouragement. I haven’t seen my psychologist in a few days, but my psychiatrist has been a great deal of help. I’ve been excited to tell my psychologist about … Continue reading Reflections
Death Bed
The end. Darkness TW: Suicide attempt In tears, I run to my room and feel the rush of emotions filling my mind with thoughts of putting an end to the pain that consumes my heart. “You broke me into pieces”, I repeated. You made me … Continue reading Death Bed
Unfinished Rooms 