Mending
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After years of surviving, gentleness feels almost unfamiliar—until love begins to look less like fireworks and more like safety.
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She does not need saving—only someone who can see the tired eyes, old wounds, and chaos without asking her to become smaller.
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Between shadow and soul, bruises, grief, cigarettes, rescue, and blooming all belong to the same map of becoming.
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Softness was mistaken for weakness until roots learned how to break stone.
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Survival changed her enough to feel unfamiliar, but the woman in the mirror is finally someone she can recognize with pride.
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She is not only what happened to her; she is every scar, lesson, mistake, and second chance that kept moving forward.
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There were chapters she did not think she would survive, but the story kept turning because she did.
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Healing does not always erase pain; sometimes it means growing large enough that the wound no longer takes up the whole life.
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Motherhood introduces us to impossible versions of ourselves: exhausted, fierce, tender, and somehow still standing.
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Tiny hands know only that her arms are home, never seeing the battles she fought just to keep showing up.
Between Bruises & Blooms 