Healing From Trauma

22/07/2025

15/07/2025

Mine even admitted it

15/07/2025

Genuinely

Words from my book The Tears That Taught Me 🌿

15/07/2025

Not every woman makes it out.
And if I’m being honest, there were days I didn’t think I would either.
The manipulation. The silence. The way I was made to question my own reality.
It doesn’t just break you, it rewires you.
And by the time you recognize it for what it is, you’re already deep inside a version of yourself you barely recognize.

I don’t share my story for sympathy.
I share it so the next woman sees the signs earlier.
So she knows she’s not overreacting.
So she realizes she’s not crazy , she’s being conditioned.

Survivors don’t speak because we want attention.
We speak because silence is what almost destroyed us.

And if my voice helps even one woman get out , then I’ll never stop speaking.

15/07/2025

So true

Words from my book Blooming Bare 🧡

15/07/2025

I Miss the Girl I Had to Outgrow
She believed in people.
Believed that if you were kind,
they’d be kind back.
That love was gentle.
That loyalty meant something.

She smiled more.
Laughed louder.
Asked for less.

And I miss her.
Even though I had to let her go
to make it through this world.

1. The World Didn’t Break Her—It Trained Her
Every betrayal chipped at her.
Every silence taught her to be quieter.
Every “I love you” that ended in hurt
rewrote her definition of trust.

She didn’t vanish overnight.
She was unlearned.
Unloved.
Undone.

Until survival became her only language.

2. I Had to Choose: Keep Her or Keep Breathing
The girl I was wanted connection.
Belonging.
Softness.

But those things kept getting her hurt.
So I learned to harden.
To joke instead of cry.
To leave before I’m left.

Not because I’m heartless.
But because I ran out of places to be whole.

3. She Was Sweet—But They Called It Weak
They loved her warmth
until it made them uncomfortable.
Until her needs became inconvenient.
Until her hope made them feel guilty.

So she stopped showing up fully.
And I became the version of me
that was easier to love from a distance.

4. I Keep Looking for Her in the Mirror
Sometimes, when I laugh a certain way—
I hear her.

When a song plays that we used to cry to—
I feel her.

She’s not gone.
She’s just buried beneath the armor.

And maybe one day,
I’ll feel safe enough to let her come back.

5. Final Word: I Didn’t Lose Her—I Protected Her
She was too tender for this world.
Too forgiving.
Too believing.

So I built walls around her.
Not to erase her—
but to keep her safe.

Because even though the world didn’t deserve her,
I still do.

Credit: True Feeling

25/06/2025

Rumors say more about you than me. Glad I occupy so much space in your mind.

19/06/2025

Enough said.