trauma recovery

  • What My Skin Forgot

    The bruises faded, but the body remembers. A poem about surviving abuse, relearning safety, and blooming from the places once left black and blue.

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  • Healing did not make her untouched; it taught roots to grow through wreckage and flowers to feed on what once tried to bury her.

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  • I Am Still Here

    There were chapters she did not think she would survive, but the story kept turning because she did.

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