05/28/2026
When I heal I sleep and eat, which is adverse to the insomnia and starvation I'm used to in constant survival mode.
When I heal I build a chrysalis with my body.
I cocoon in blankets and research, video games and music ... I create and I stop prioritizing being a seamless component of the machine.
I'm healing spine and nerve tissues, fractured bones, and so much trauma.
My brain tells me I'm useless. Not worth the air I breathe.
Not unless I'm actively working myself to death..
I started working at 12, babysitting. At 14 I was in retail. At 19 I was married, pregnant and had a year of home health care on my resume.
At 21 I had 2 kids, was struggling with PPD, the breadwinner working 60 hours a week and being severely abused.
At 25 I was leaving my ex husband and afraid of the law and the system. I hid my abuse in shame. I tried to get help and learned that the system that was supposed to be on my side as a mom actually was not.
I found real safety and community at 36 when I left everything that was supposedly family behind.
This is what healing looks like.
I don't love it but it's factual.
And I accept it.