The lessons that change us most can come from the strangest places. When I was younger, I read the Crank series by Ellen Hopkins, which was inspired by her daughter’s addiction to methamphetamine and the devastation that followed. Those books changed me. Ellen Hopkins heavily influenced the way I…
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I could use any and all thoughts, prayers, good vibes, or whatever positivity there is out there right now. As some of you may remember, I recently went on leave from my job so I could finally process an assault I’ve buried for far too long, and give myself the time and energy to clean up my life a…
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I feel like religion and spirituality can be touchy subjects. While many people have found comfort and meaning in them, many have also been traumatized by them. That includes me. Religion has a long history of being used to erase cultural beliefs, justify genocide, control others, and divide…
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“He will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”—Revelation 21:4 Although I’m not a religious person anymore, I still have a fascination with sacred texts. And while I feel like many…
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I’m sorry if you’re seeing my posts a lot and don’t know why. I don’t know why either. I don’t understand the algorithm. I just make pictures and post how I’m feeling in that moment. I’m sorry that, for some reason, my posts seem to ruin so many people’s days. I’m sorry people feel like my posts…
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A-holes, let’s talk about it for a minute. So, in nursing, you’re taught to never take what a patient says about you or to you personally. They’re most likely in pain, struggling mentally, or dealing with some kind of personality or cognitive alteration that affects the way they behave. Being in…
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I feel guilty for resting. It makes me uneasy because I feel like I should be productive, like I should get something done that I know needs to be done. And I sure have a list. When someone asks what I’m doing, and I happen to be doing nothing, I feel caught. Like I’ve been doing something wrong.…
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It’s hard not to feel like a failure when I see success all around me. A younger version of me would have been bitter and jealous. But I’ve grown tired of carrying around my anger. I can be happy for other people and still mourn where I’m at on my own path. I always feel a little behind my peers.…
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I hate feeling like a burden. I can’t remember the first time I ever felt this way. I just know I don’t remember a time when I didn’t. I want to bring joy and happiness into the lives I touch. Never frustration. Or regret. Or contempt. To feel like your absence alone would make another person feel…
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I’m not okay. I haven’t been for a long time now. I’ve white-knuckled my way through every crisis for basically my whole life, but a person can only push through on sheer will for so long before something has to give. When I was a brand new nurse, I was homeless, washing my scrubs in the sink and…
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Take me to Wonderland, and then leave me be. But not the world of Cheshire cats and rabbits with watches running between the trees. Instead, take me to Atheria. The land of wheat and honey. The city carried out by the sea. Take me to the sand, where we know not where the water ends and I’ve began.…
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I am so depressed. Where does the dark end, and I begin? So tired, tired, tired…
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When a person loses a limb, they often feel it. A phantom ache. The limb is gone, yet the nerves continue searching for something they can no longer touch, grieving a part of themselves that no longer exists. Ever since we’ve been apart, I’ve realized the heart knows how to do exactly the same…
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I can see how a person could fall in love with a place that isn’t their hometown. There are so many people who never leave where they grew up. They date people from their area, drive down the exact same roads every single day, and build a life out of routines that stopped feeling new years ago just…
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I remember the exact moment I knew my drinking had become a problem. It was a Tuesday evening. Not even the end of the week yet—a freaking Tuesday. I was talking on the phone with an old friend I hadn’t spoken to in ten years, and we decided to have a few drinks while we caught up. But I couldn’t…
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So, you found her. The old me. You clawed through years of my survival just to exhume a corpse I spent a lifetime putting to rest. You dragged her up by the hair, dirt packed deep beneath your fingernails, and shoved her rotting face into mine as if I don’t know what my own past looks like. I know…
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I truly found an amazing man. I’ve never been treated like this before. It’s not that every man in my past was bad; we just never quite fit. But with him… It’s like we’re the perfect amount of opposite and the same in all the right ways. When he comforts me, my anxiety settles. When he makes me…
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I was incredibly nervous to share the video I posted tonight. I feel like I’m existing in a spiritual liminal space. I don’t belong with the strictly religious, but I don't belong with the strictly non-religious, either. I’m somewhere in the in-between. Growing up as a Jehovah’s Witness left me…
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You had no one. Look around you. Who was there when you hit rock bottom? Nobody showed up. Nobody pulled you out of that dark place. Nobody stood over you making sure you didn’t quit when every part of you wanted to. I know you kept waiting. I know you kept hoping one person would notice you were…
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I can remember the moment I knew I wanted to be with him forever. He thought my heart was still reaching backward toward another man. I thought his heart wasn’t reaching for me at all. For a moment, we were both standing there with the wrong story in our hands, hurt by things neither of us meant…
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For the children who carry their parents' ghosts— You who inherited more than eye color and blood type. Who got the family demons still warm from their hands— the rage that learned to smile, the sickness that learned to hide, the violence that learned to call itself love. You who were born already…
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I wrote the stories in The Lost Histories underground. In a windowless room inside a homeless shelter, where time forgot to exist, where day and night bled into the same fluorescent twilight, where I could sleep sixteen hours straight and wake unsure if I had lost a day or a lifetime. I had grown…
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I can’t help but feel lonely a lot of the time. I feel like I never quite fit anywhere I go. All my life, making friends has felt harder than it seems to be for other people. Belonging has always felt just out of reach, like I have to create my own little spaces just to exist comfortably. I don’t…
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I know I shouldn’t feel jealous of the ones who came before. I’m not naive. I know you’ve held others in your arms and called it home. I know you’ve dreamed of futures with people who did not have my name. I know you’ve whispered those sacred words to others and meant them with the version of your…
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I hated her. And I love her for making me hate her. When I graduated from my nursing program, it hadn’t fully hit me yet. I knew I had done it. I knew I had survived the exams, the clinicals, the care plans, the stress, the sleepless nights, and all the moments where I questioned if I was even…
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Wow. Today was my first time signing my books for someone as a published author. And of course, I did it in my car outside a UPS store, wearing a Bob Marley shirt I got from the homeless shelter. Maybe dreams really do come true.
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“How far have you come in life?” I’ve been thinking about this question a lot lately. And not even just from the beginning of life until now, but even just these last six months. I was on the news advocating for bail reform, especially in strangulation cases. Then I started posting about my healing…
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“And now, please state your vows.” I wish I could stand here and promise you a flawless love. That I will never miss the mark, never speak the wrong word, never leave even a fingerprint of hurt upon your heart. But I will not build our house on a lie. So instead, I promise you the brutal, beautiful…
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Would you lay down your life for the one you love? It is an easy hypothetical. A swift and romantic surrender. We make promises of sudden, violent ends: “I would take the fall.” “I would step into the fire.” “I would burn the world to the ground and stand in the ashes with your name on my lips…
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What kind of man does it take to heal what another broke? There was a time I was too bitter to admit the Bible had anything left to give me. But there's one scripture I never let go of, even after I let go of everything else. 1 Corinthians 13:4–7. Love is patient. And I know what patience is not.…
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People keep telling me the longer I'm alone, the easier it'll get. They say it like it's a law of the universe. But it isn't getting easier. It's getting worse. I miss having my person. It isn't that I don't like people. I do. I can talk with just about anybody and find them interesting. But…
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Over the past few months, I’ve started recognizing a lot of repeat names. I feel like I’ve gotten so many little glimpses into so many of your lives just from reading the hundreds and hundreds of comments you all leave me. I really do try my best not to miss a single one, because you took the time…
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I’m so scared right now. I’m scared that the way I’m living right now isn’t temporary. I’m scared this is just how my life is going to look like for an unforeseeable amount of time. I’m scared that I’ll never get away from my hometown. I’m scared my family is going to stay broken from now on, and…
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I’ve had the worst luck with dating lately, and I’m really starting to wonder what I’m doing wrong. There’s one pattern that keeps happening over and over. A lot of the time, the guy comes on strong first and shows a lot of interest, while I’m the one keeping my distance and staying a little…
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The people who hurt the most do not always look broken. We are rarely seeing the full picture of what someone is living through, which is why kindness and grace matter so much. When people fall short, it is not always because they don’t care or because they are unwilling. Sometimes they are doing…
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Nom nom nom… just kidding… I definitely do not chew on my sweaters. I’m serious. I do not do that.
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I can’t remember where I first heard this story, but it has stayed with me since I was a child. An older man was walking along a beach after thousands of starfish had been left stranded on the sand. In the distance, he saw a boy bending down, picking them up one by one, and throwing them back into…
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I remember telling a girl in elementary school that I had a crush on a boy, and she told me to pretend I liked something he liked so he would like me back. I remember thinking, what an odd thing to do. Why would I lie about who I am just to be liked? Throughout my life, family, friends, teachers…
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The ones most acquainted with suffering are often those most capable of extraordinary mercy. For having felt the brutal hand of pain upon their own soul, they stand forever at a crossroads: to become hardened by what wounded them, or to grow gentle in defiance of it. And those who choose kindness…
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I’m not sure if anyone’s noticed yet, but I enjoy various creative paths. Music. Writing. Photography. Video editing. I just love creating things, and there’s something satisfying about making art that feels beautiful to me, even if that beauty doesn’t always fit neatly into other people’s…
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THIRST TRAP but make it  A R T 
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I was so angry that my ex fled the country to avoid facing the felony charge for strangling me—but honestly? Feck him. I just don’t care anymore. I’m at the point where I’m actually glad he’s gone. Now that all of his stuff is out of my house, I feel like I can finally exhale. I can finally enjoy…
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I am so tired of lying awake beside no one, thinking about everything, held by nothing.
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Thank you to all of my dear friends I’ve made and come to know. You have been a light in my darkest nights. I almost wasn’t here anymore—my heart was so heavy, so hopeless, so alone. And one by one, you gave me back the strength to keep going. Every message of kindness. Of concern. Of wisdom. Of…
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I’m so grateful for every person who has taken a chance on my writing. Thank you for believing in me—for stepping into a world I built out of everything I’ve survived. Every time someone shares that they’re reading my work, it means more to me than I can really put into words. I don’t think that…
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I’m scared to love again. Because my life has taught me, over and over, that the things I love do not stay. They leave. They get ruined. They get torn out of my hands. So now when someone finally good finds me, I don’t just feel the happiness. I feel the fear standing right next to it. I feel the…
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I’ve had a few people be really concerned today, almost angry for me, because I basically collapsed at work from not being able to breathe, went to the ER to get treated, and then walked right back to my floor to finish my 12-hour shift. But that’s just kind of how healthcare is, unfortunately. I…
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Little update. For the past few weeks, I’ve had a cough that’s been slowly getting worse and worse. Today it got so bad that it made me lightheaded, I felt like I could barely stand up anymore, and I couldn’t breathe. I had another coughing fit, and this time I just didn’t recover. I ended up…
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Clocked in as a provider, ended up as a patient 🫠
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Yeah, it sucked shoveling all that snow by myself today. But do you know what didn’t suck? Coming home in peace. Not walking through the door after a 12-hour shift to an angry man ready to yell at me, call me a stupid bitch, and make me feel like no matter how much I did, no matter how much weight…
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I’ve had this quiet dream for a long time now: to take one picture of all my books together, and then take that same picture again every time a new one is added to the shelf. Just watching it slowly grow. That was really the reason I started self-publishing in the first place. I wanted to hold my…
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I’m autistic. I’m weird and unusual. And that’s something I’ve learned to accept as my truth. I’ve always known I wasn’t quite like the people around me. Since childhood, I’ve been trying to answer three questions: Who am I? Why am I feeling this way? And how do people actually see me? I have over…
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I started my Blood of the Wild Gods universe as an escape from my reality. It was the place where I dug up the bones of my past and tried to make something living out of them. It was where I figured out what I really wanted from love by writing through everything love had failed to be. It was my…
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I couldn't figure out how to get my car hood open. I was out there fighting for my life for absolutely no reason. Finally gave up and texted the person I’ve been sharing all my ridiculous little life updates with lately like, how the hell do you open this thing? Then of course I figured it out two…
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⚠️ SPOILERS FOR BASICALLY MY ENTIRE DERANGED FANTASY UNIVERSE ⚠️ ⚠️ SPOILERS FOR BASICALLY MY ENTIRE DERANGED FANTASY UNIVERSE ⚠️ ok so Arcadia as a nation is built on the world’s worst possible starter pack because the gods had a divine war so violent they were out here using GALAXIES like cosmic…
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I think I honestly feel a little traumatized right now. Today at work was a good day overall. It went well. I saw a lot, and I learned a lot. But I also saw some really fucked up shit. The kind of shit that stays in your head. The kind of shit that feels like it belongs in a horror movie, not in…
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I feel like I’m drowning. Not in the violent, desperate way people always picture. Not in panic, not in chaos, not with frantic hands begging the sky for one more breath. In the quiet way. The kind that comes after the struggle. After the fear has exhausted itself. After every part of you has…
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I think one of the best things I’ve done is document everything. Every conversation. Every interaction. Every post. What I said, what I did, how I responded, how I reacted. All of it. Written down, timestamped, and meticulously filed. To a degree that would probably sound a little concerning if I…
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I was pissed off about something and was like, okay, I need to chill out for a second. So I went and laid down. A little while later, my 4-year-old, Zelda, starts going, “Kuh-Koo!” So I go, “Kuh-Koo!” back. Then my 8-year-old, Mara, joins in and goes, “Kuh-Koo!” too. And then Zelda goes, “No, you…
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I’m terrified of being hopeful. Every time I start to think, “Maybe this is the one,” I end up being shown, over and over again, that I was wrong. And I am grateful, truly, for all the amazing souls I’ve met on this journey. But every time, there’s been something that makes the fit just not quite…
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I’m about to do something I’ve been incapable of doing since I was seventeen years old: I’m surrendering to sovereignty. Typically, at this point, the old me would cling to someone—anyone—who was “good enough,” just so I wouldn’t have to be alone. Because truly, my worst fear is being alone in my…
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I'm completely unhinged. Instead of fighting it, I'm going to accept it—let it be borne into the foundations of Orodruin itself where Sauron wrought the One Ring in the fires of the Second Age, forged with the full measure of his will and cunning so that it could not be unmade by any craft save the…
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I genuinely don’t understand why so many nurses hate nursing students. I’ve had a couple students with me now, and it always feels like an honor. I love asking what their plans are and being able to give them insight on different specialties, especially if they’re still trying to figure out what…
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Ok listen. This is basically where I’m at currently in my life. I really thought I’d moved on from my ex. I was confident in it. But there was this little voice in my head that kept saying, the universe is going to throw you a curveball. And boy, did it. He starts messaging me, and at first it’s…
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I keep seeing this comment: “How can you be lonely when your posts get so much attention?” I’ll tell you how. People are conflating attention with connection. Attention is visibility. Attention is engagement. Attention is numbers on a screen. Connection is being known, being safe, being met, and…
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I realized I’ve been feeling content lately, and that made me… anxious? I think I finally understand why: my nervous system was trained on a different dataset. Everything in my history taught me that good things escalate into dangerous things. My ex-fiancé “truly saw” me, and that seeing became…
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Have you ever met someone you couldn’t pretend not to notice? Someone who pulls your attention like gravity. Your eyes find theirs from across a room and something in you reacts before your mind can catch up, like recognition without a name. A need to know who they are, even if you don’t understand…
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I’m realizing I’m doing it again. I’m self-sabotaging. I think part of me is scared to actually be happy. Struggle has been such a cornerstone to my life—who am I if I’m not surviving something? Why does peace feel so threatening? It’s weird. It doesn’t make sense. Yet here I am. I think maybe deep…
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The night he strangled me is the night my soul finally died. But it didn’t happen all at once. It happened slowly, over years. I think about the person that I was before him, and I don’t recognize myself anymore. That version of me? He killed her. She was a good woman. A kind woman. Full of hope…
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I’m touch starved. I realized it while I was tying up the back of a surgical gown on one of the surgeons and my fingers gently grazed his back. Just that small, accidental contact, and my brain went quiet for a second. It felt good to be that close to another person. I’m still thinking about it…
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I’m scared to move on from my ex. I think part of me believes that if I really let go, then it’s final. Like it confirms that it’s actually over, for real. And what confuses me is… why does that scare me so much? What if some people just stay with you in a certain way. What if you always miss them…
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The first time I got married, I had just turned 17 years old. We’ll call him DR. He was almost 19 when we started dating and I was freshly 16, so the age gap wasn’t quite three years. It was close enough to feel normal when you’re young and don’t know any better. But here’s the thing about DR: he…
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Right now I’m sitting in bed, staring at nothing while some music plays in the background, and I’m not even trying to think about anything in particular. I’m just letting stuff float in and out the way it does when it’s late and your mind won’t pick a lane. And I remembered this one time I found…
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I will never forget the night I decided to kill myself. I was 18 years old. I found out I was getting cheated on again, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. There was a lot more that led up to it, but by then I had made up my mind. I was home alone, and I knew I’d be alone for hours, so it…
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I know I keep saying things that make people uncomfortable. I know I’m loud about things most people keep quiet. But the truth is, every single day I want to scream. I feel like if I don’t get it out, I’m going to explode. I am sad. I am angry. I’m trying to be happy, but I’m not there yet. I feel…
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I miss him. I miss my ex. And I know that’s the kind of sentence people think you shouldn’t say out loud, because it makes you look “unhealed,” like you’re doing grief wrong. Like missing someone is proof you’re still stuck. But healing isn’t neat. It doesn’t tie itself into a bow just because…
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People ask why I stayed. Why I went back. Why I loved someone who hurt me. Because he saw me. My whole life I’ve been too much—too intense, too deep, too all-consuming. People either back away like I’m dangerous, or they try to smother it down into something that won’t pull them under. They want my…
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I’m eating Mexican, drinking a Coke, and I’ve got my show on in bed—and it’s exactly what I needed right now. I keep getting this really good feeling washing over me. Contentment? Peace? Safety? Whatever it is, it feels so damn good. Normally I wouldn’t have been able to do this. Something that was…
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Once upon a time, my anxiety was so severe I couldn’t leave my own house. I’d cry and have full-on anxiety attacks—hyperventilating so hard my body would contort and lock up on itself. One time it got so bad 911 was called, and I ended up hospitalized for two weeks. I was terrified of other people.…
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Being a nurse is so much harder than I ever imagined. There are nights I question why I worked so hard, why I pushed myself through years of school and exhaustion, only to feel defeated and beat down. But then there are moments like tonight. Sitting beside a patient who’s breaking under the weight…
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I don’t know how to continue in this life anymore. I dismantled the life I had built in pursuit of true love, only to discover it was nothing but a foolish fairytale. The cruelest part is that I found someone so close to perfection that, for a time, I truly believed the story could be real. Having…
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September 06, 2025 • Writing
Sometimes the most profound truths emerge not from finding answers, but from discovering that our questions were born from the wrong assumptions entirely. A deeply personal exploration of divine silence, unanswered prayers, and finding meaning after religious trauma.
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August 24, 2025 • Survivor Stories
Sometimes the most devastating betrayal comes not from strangers, but from the medical professionals who forget that children's pain matters, that their bodies deserve gentleness, and that trauma created in the name of treatment can last a lifetime.
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August 20, 2025 • Writing
As a child, I devoured the thickest books I could find, believing that more pages meant more time to hide from reality. Now I write books that drag reality into fantasy, forcing us to see what we've been taught to ignore.
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August 03, 2025 • Survivor Stories
Sometimes the most dangerous words a healthcare provider can speak aren't about your diagnosis—they're the accusations that transform you from patient to suspect. This is the story of someone whose legitimate pain was dismissed as drug-seeking behavior, leading to life-threatening complications t...
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July 28, 2025 • Survivor Stories
Sometimes the people meant to heal us become the source of our deepest wounds. This is the story of an 8-year-old who went in for routine dental surgery and came out with trauma that continues to haunt them a decade later—and what every healthcare worker needs to hear.
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July 26, 2025 • Music
Sometimes the people we love most try to push us away when they're struggling, convinced they're too broken or too much trouble. This song is about looking them in the eye and saying 'I'm not going anywhere.'
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July 05, 2025 • Survivor Stories
Sometimes the most powerful response to systematic abuse is to study the very mechanisms that enabled it. This is the story of someone who transformed decades of silenced trauma into scientific understanding, Royal Commission testimony, and a mission to protect others from the cult that nearly de...
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July 03, 2025 • Survivor Stories
Sometimes a story finds you not because it's unusual, but because it's heartbreakingly common. When I asked for medical trauma stories, I expected a variety of experiences from different procedures and settings. What I got was a flood of nearly identical accounts of VCUG trauma that the healthcar...
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June 30, 2025 • Survivor Stories
I never know what to expect when someone sends me their painful story, and each time I'm so honored they entrust me with it. When this story reached me, I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. As a mother of two, I read the unthinkable.
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June 28, 2025 • Survivor Stories
Sometimes the most devastating betrayal comes not from strangers, but from the very people who promised that following God meant following them. This is Shannon's story of surviving domestic violence within the Jehovah's Witness organization, and the brutal truth about what happens when protectin...
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June 24, 2025 • Survivor Stories
Sometimes the most radical act of self-preservation is admitting that the people who were supposed to protect you became the ones you needed protection from. This is one survivor's story of cult trauma, childhood abuse, and the courage it took to choose freedom over family.
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June 22, 2025 • Survivor Stories
When I asked people to share their stories, promising they would be heard, one ex-Jehovah's Witness answered with a truth so heavy it took my breath away. This is their story.
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June 21, 2025 • Diary Entry
When people hear 'Jehovah's Witness,' they usually think of the well-dressed, polite people knocking on doors on a quiet weekend morning. But for those of us who grew up inside it, there's a lot more beneath that polished surface.
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June 18, 2025 • Music
A song about being watched, doubted, and silently resented—yet choosing to bloom anyway. This one came from a place I don't often speak about, about the strange ache of knowing people who never supported you are still watching you.
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June 17, 2025 • Writing
I'm currently working on two very different projects that explore the psychology of cults, forgotten myths, and the deeper layers of what it means to be human.
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June 16, 2025 • Diary Entry
Here it is. My website. A place I've finally decided to create so I can share my creative work and unfiltered thoughts—and maybe spare my friends and family a little bit on social media.
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My last post caused some issues I didn’t intend, so I want to clarify a few things. I never said no one offered help. I saw deep compassion from people during that time, and I’m truly grateful for that. But I still stand by my decision to stay in a shelter instead of with family. While shelter life…
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Homelessness is something I thought I’d never experience, but sometimes life creates a perfect storm that sweeps you away. I never thought I’d see some of the ugliness that came out of people being in that situation. I also never thought I’d see such deep compassion. Three months. Only three…
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There’s a specific kind of ache when it doesn’t work out with someone you really, really wish it would have worked out with. Yesterday, I ran into someone I haven’t seen or talked to in a while. We made eye contact, and I smiled at him. He just kept looking at me, then looking away again, until we…
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I can’t tell if this is codependency… or if this is just what happens when someone finally makes your nervous system stop begging for mercy. Because the truth is, I do think I could be alone forever. I could build a life with my own hands and sleep in my own bed and pay my own bills and carry every…
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Dear Diary, I thought I had lost him. And somewhere inside that fear, I broke the promise we made. We said we wouldn’t say those words until we could look each other in the eyes. Until there was no phone and no distance between us. It wasn’t how I wanted him to hear it. We wanted it to happen in a…
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Every day we spend together, I remember less and less what life felt like before you were in it. Not because I’ve forgotten, but because you have become so naturally woven into my days that your absence feels unnatural now. Like looking up and expecting the moon to be where the dark has always kept…
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Everything I post on here is basically a poetic diary entry pulled straight from my deepest thoughts, my real experiences, and now this entire universe I built from daydreaming too much. I never thought anyone would care about any of that, but somehow it brought me this little community. And some…
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My ex strangled me hard enough to leave bruises on my neck. He was arrested, and then walked out on a $500 bail—even though they knew he needed a mental health evaluation and I told them in my police report that he was planning to leave the country. He has a prior assault for strangling another…
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For the orphans with living parents— Who grew up in houses that were never homes. Who learned to tiptoe before you learned to dance. Who became fluent in the language of closed doors and turned backs, of love with conditions you could never quite meet. You who searched every adult's face for the…
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As someone who is normally full of words, I can’t seem to find them lately. My journey started 6 months ago when a post of mine went viral because my ex strangled me and walked out of jail after paying $500 for bail. I went on my local news station to bring awareness to bail reform, and after that…
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Have you ever had a soul connection with a pet before? I was 16 years old when I had recently been hospitalized in a psychiatric facility for severe anxiety attacks and depression. At the time, I was living with my grandpa, and every morning he would give me my medication. The rest of the time, he…
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I don’t think I’ve ever been in a healthy relationship before… Until now. And honestly, I don’t think people talk enough about how uncomfortable that can feel in the beginning. You would think getting the love you’ve always craved would feel good. And it does. But it’s also deeply unsettling. It…
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I flinch at friendship the same way I flinch at love. And it's a different equation depending on who's across the table. With women, you don't always know where you stand until the knife is already in your back. Especially as a nurse, I'm surrounded mostly by women, and I've watched it happen in…
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I used to be a really mean, negative person. I was so unhappy and miserable that it made me angry to see other people happy. I hated watching people have the things I wished I had. Whatever it was, if I felt like I was starving for it, seeing someone else have it made something bitter rise up in…
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I used to wonder what kind of love could make a person stay devoted to someone even after death. What kind of love could make someone stand still while the world kept telling them there were still people left to meet, when all they could do was kneel at the altar of a name no one else could touch…
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I am not the jealous woman, dripping with regret, that he will have you believe I am. Whatever testimony he has given about me—the unfaithful one, the unstable one, the lying woman who set a good man's life on fire for no reason he could ever name—you can keep her. Because you do not return to the…
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Facebook post by Mileena Rose created on December 6th, 2025: I’m so sick of being told to “move on.” I share things that should ignite righteous anger, and instead I’m met with pity. It’s disappointing. People want to believe bad things happen to bad people and good things happen to good…
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I will wait for you. I’ll wake at 2 AM, and my hand will reach across the sheet finding only the cool of fabric that no one has warmed. My fingers will stop in the middle of the mattress like they’ve arrived at a border they’re not allowed to cross. I will wait for you. I’ll get out of the shower…
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I wrote this song based on a real experience I had. This story came back to me today, and I wanted to share it because I’ve always felt that one of the most sacred parts of being human is meeting people in their most vulnerable moments and making them feel safe enough to be seen there. I collect…
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I’m sorry I text you so much. Every time my phone goes off, before my eyes even dart to the screen, I’m already hoping it’s your name with the little white heart I put next to it. Even through a phone screen, I can feel your energy. I don’t know how you can be both so fiery and yet so grounded, but…
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So apparently my four-year-old decided tonight was the perfect time to psychologically ruin me for the rest of my life. I’m standing in the kitchen, minding my own business, when Zelda walks up to me all urgent and waving me over like, “Mama, come look. Let me show you.” And I’m like… show me what?…
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It happened again, didn't it. You wanted to stay. When it got hard, when it got real, you dug in, ready to fight for the thing you'd built. And they left like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like you were a tab they closed. Here's what nobody will tell you: it wasn't about you. You're living…
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It was just a normal Thursday, and neither of us were looking for anything. We were both giving up on love. Who knew 8 words in a TikTok DM and 1,400 miles could bring us this close? One more month. 🤍
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It’s easier to talk about the people who hurt us than it is to talk about the times we were the one doing the hurting. It’s easier to sit inside our own pain and name every place someone failed us. Who abandoned us. Who misunderstood us. Who made us feel small. Who mishandled our heart when we…
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It’s happening!!! — Salvation is a cage, and the lock is on the inside. Five years ago, the world went silent. Now Rivenglade is a miracle in the wasteland—a haven of food, order, and unshakeable faith. At its center stands Lucien Altheris, the Golden Prophet whose light holds back the dark. To the…
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There’s magic in the world. Not the kind of magic people think about on television, but the real magic that lives in the energy between all living things. During a time in my life when I studied esoteric beliefs, there was a daily practice I learned, and I want to teach it to you now. Every day, no…
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Loving someone with depression when you also have depression isn’t as romantic as most people think. When two depressives meet, the cliché is that they understand each other better. And that’s partially true, but it’s also partially a trap. The understanding is real. You know the difference between…
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I told him I like the name Milo. Because it reminds me of Milo and Otis—that movie about the cat and the pug. I can’t even really remember the whole plot anymore. I just remember Milo all alone in that box on the water, at night, in the rain, and how scary it felt as a little girl watching him…
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My dark thoughts may not be kind, but they are loyal. When everyone else leaves, my demons stay. And a hand to hold, is a hand nonetheless.
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Once upon a time, a boy and a girl had a baby. They were just too young, and it wasn’t the right time to know how to hold a life that small without dropping pieces of themselves in the process. They tried, in the ways young people try, but love was not enough to make them ready. So they let her go…
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It’s been one whole year since I was homeless. Two months in a hotel room, and one month in a shelter. I still sleep with the blankets the shelter gave me. The pink tie blanket in the front of the picture and the orange quilt in the back. I’m not really sure why I haven’t gone back to sleeping with…
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I don't want to see you with anybody else. My toxic trait is that I want to own and be owned. Not in an unhealthy way— okay, fine. Maybe a little. Maybe I'll always be a little unhealed, because I can't help the fire that rises in me when another woman drifts into your orbit. I can't help the voice…
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Please let him be the last man to treat me like that. I don’t like being called names. I don’t like being hit. I don’t like being lied to. I don’t like feeling the circulation in my neck stop. I just want to feel safe. I want to feel protected. I want to feel like I matter. Please. Let him be the…
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She was a girl who never felt seen. He was a boy who never felt chosen. She had learned to make herself useful and call that enough. If she couldn’t be the one somebody wanted, she could at least be the one they needed. She got so good at staying through what hurt that, after a while, she started…
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Thank you to everyone who has checked in on me. I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet lately. I’ve been spending a lot of time working on the soundtrack for The Silence, and honestly, sometimes it feels good to disappear into my world and live there for a little while. It means more than you know to be…
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I honestly don’t understand the dating landscape anymore. It used to feel simpler. You met someone, you got to know them, and if there was a real connection, you eventually became their boyfriend or girlfriend. There was at least some kind of shared understanding of what you were building toward.…
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The reality of what I’ve survived in my life is so ridiculous that sometimes it sounds fake, and asking for help has never come easily to me. I survived a cult. I survived child marriage with an abuser. I finally got accurately diagnosed and treated for ADHD and autism. I survived homelessness with…
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I wish I could say my ex was the only one who ever put their hands around my neck. But that wouldn’t be true. I was 14 years old, …and I think his name was Carlos. He’d been held back a few years, so he was quite a bit older (and bigger) than little freshman me. He’d see me in passing, and without…
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Today bent me over and spanked me hard. I’m just kidding 😆… but NOT entirely!! I genuinely had a physically hectic and emotionally turbulent day, and I’m just now finally getting the chance to relax and read comments for a while. I keep being blown away by what you all write to me. It still doesn’t…
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"You knew her, didn't you. Before... y'know. Before she ended it." The barkeep asked it in a hushed voice, working a rag through a pint glass in slow circles. Last call had come and gone, and there was only one man left, bent over a drink gone warm while the rain crawled its way down the window…
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