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I'm afraid

Feeling sad on any given day…

I'm okay

I'll be fine

Just give me time.

To erase feelings I sit with

Thoughts stuck in place.

I can't explain this thirst

What comes first?

Emotion or cognition…

Sit through your feelings,

and the pain

I feel shame.

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I feel anxious

Heart beating loud in my chest

Or is that the rest

Of that rap song I’m listening to?

I’m stopped at a traffic light

pause to try and catch my breath.

Ease the tightness in my chest…

The unrest in my body

Is almost too much

I might implode.

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Inside treatment,
you are padded by presence—
voices nearby, routines holding shape,
edges softened by constant care.

Then the doors open.
The bubble wrap comes off.
The world returns at full volume,
unfiltered, impatient, loud.

If you let it,
the noise rushes in—
expectations, memories, demands—
stacking until breath feels crowded.

This is the moment to reach outward.
Not in weakness, but in wisdom.
To lean on the names and numbers you earned,
the hands that already know your weight.

You were never meant to carry this alone.
The quiet survives
when shared,
when reinforced by voices that remind you
you are still held—even out here.

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I sit here in wonder of you.
You were wise, brave and strong.
Kept going when many would have caved.
That’s resilience
That’s strength.
No one was coming to save you,
So you saved yourself.

How clever you were
To play the game for so long;
Keep him sweet,
Toe the line,
Only speak when spoken to.
Cajole him,
To keep her safe.
Control her,
To not trigger him.
Surviving was hard,
No one would have known,
Your smiling face hid it all.

I now see that innocent face,
Just as it was.
I see the hurt and fear
In those green eyes.
Say goodbye to that hurt,
That fear,
I am here now
To love and keep you warm.
Those nights were dark and endless.
It’s time to walk into the light,
Hand in hand,
I have you.

You are finally safe,
You are finally home.

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He never had emotional safety at home.
But his father never had it either.

He learned early
that silence was strength,
that providing mattered more than presence,
that tenderness was a liability.

He never had space to feel.
So he built walls instead—
not to hurt anyone,
but to survive.

He never had permission
to rest inside his own fear.
So he taught himself how not to need.

He never had a father
who could see his pain,
because his father
was carrying generations of it
with no language
and no relief.

And I grew up loving a man
who loved me the only way he knew how.

I mistook distance for disinterest.
I mistook restraint for absence.
I mistook silence for a lack of care.

But now I see it.

He wasn’t withholding love.
He was rationing what he was never given.

I’m not breaking from him.
I’m breaking the pattern—
so tenderness doesn’t feel dangerous,
so presence doesn’t feel earned,
so love doesn’t require armor.

Three generations.
One son brave enough to feel.

That’s how cycles soften.
That’s how healing begins.

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It’s strange how some people feel discomfort
when you stop shrinking,
when you stand upright and speak your growth out loud—
not to boast,
but to remind others they don’t have to die in silence.

Confidence can act like a mirror.
And mirrors make the insecure aware
of what they have not yet faced.

I will not throw stones in glass houses.
I will be curious, not judgmental.

I will not let anyone dim my light
or crush my love
when I have only just found it again.

I have lived in darkness long enough
to recognize it in others.
I know what it is to live half-hearted.
I know what it is to tear others down
so I don’t have to feel small.

That is not who I am now.

I will build people up.
I will lead with love.
I will be warm.
I will be inviting.
I will hold the space
no one held for me.

And still—
I would be lying if I said a careless remark
doesn’t sometimes pierce the armor.
Even strong foundations can feel the shock
of a stone thrown from a fragile place.

That doesn’t mean the house is weak.

What is not okay
is believing the wound.
Forgetting how far I’ve come.
Letting someone else’s limited vision
shake the ground I’ve poured so carefully.

I am light.
I am love.
And I choose to love.

I choose to not shrink to soothe discomfort.
I will not throw stones from my own healing.
I will lead with warmth,
even when I’ve learned darkness well.

Yes, words can still bruise—
that doesn’t mean the foundation is cracked.

I know who I am.
I know how far I’ve come.
I am light.
I am love.
And I choose to lead with love.

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I learned early how to survive—
how to strap on armor,
how to build masks from walls and defenses.
They kept me alive.
They also kept me alone.

Now, the armor comes off piece by piece.
Not all at once—
slowly, carefully,
with trembling hands.

What’s left is not certainty.
It’s guarded.
It’s nervous.
It’s antsy.

But it is peace.

Because peace isn’t the absence of fear—
it’s the willingness to stay anyway.

I am peace.
I am love.

And I will love differently
than I have been loved.

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It’s funny to live thirty years
with a brain screaming—
sprinting for help, for resources,
for exits.

And then to struggle
when the noise goes quiet for a few days.

The tension.
The static.
The lack of focus.
Overstimulation.
Irritability.
The quickness to anger.

The noise I learned to drown out
as hard as I could
for as long as I could—
until it could no longer be drowned
and demanded to be heard.

Smoke alarms.
Piles of unfinished tasks.
Alarm bells ringing at every stimulus
in the universe.

Shifting wakes.
Loud yawns and sighs—
the sighs.
Sirens.
Slamming doors.

Hypervigilance,
masquerading as ADHD,
in a nervous system
desperate for regulation.

Today, I can’t get my medication.
So I breathe.
I walk outside.
I hold snow in my hands.

I regulate myself
the way I always have.

I did it for thirty years.
I can do it for seven days.

I am okay
because I say I am okay.

And today,
that is enough.

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