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They whispered lies like lullabies,

Soft at first—just echoes, sighs.

Planted seeds in fertile ground,

Until your thoughts weren’t yours—they drowned.

They wrote your story in the dark,

Painted blame upon your heart.

Taught you guilt like it was air,

Made you think they put it there.

"You ruin, you break, you bring the rain,"

They stitched those words into your brain.

But what if truth was never theirs?

What if love was always scarce?

You were never the curse.

You were never the weight.

You were the light they feared,

The soul they couldn’t break.

And now you rise, the story’s flipped,

Unchained, untamed, the script is ripped.

The mirror they shattered, it wasn’t you—

It was their own reflection breaking through.

You are not their shame.

You are not their pain.

You are the one who got away,

And you will never break again.

Unshackled. Unbroken. Unstoppable.

They wrote the story. You hold the pen.

Heal. Rise. Rewrite.

Your light was never the problem.

Break free. Stay free. Shine on.

#BreakTheCycle #Unbroken #healingjourney #RewriteYourStory #RiseAbove #youareenough #FromSurvivorToThriver #MentalHealthAwareness #OwnYourPower #resiliencerevolution

They tell her, stay inside,

wrapped in walls built by their fears,

whispering warnings— it’s dangerous out there,

but she sees through the veil of their lies.

It’s not the world that’s cruel,

it’s them—

the ones who hold the leash,

who domesticate, who dictate,

who carve her role in stone and call it love.

They say, relax,

but how can she,

when her hands are full of invisible labor,

when the weight of a home rests upon her back,

when the walls echo with chores that never end?

She is the silent architect of comfort,

the ghost who cleans, cooks, and keeps them fed,

while they roam free, chasing coins and excuses.

And when they return—

oh, how they demand,

worship for mere existence,

admiration for simply showing up.

They call her ungrateful,

a woman never satisfied—

projection, deflection, deception.

A man is made by a woman’s hands,

yet they claim divinity,

blind to the irony, deaf to the truth.

Society bows to them,

but she sees them—

not gods, not kings, not warriors—

just frightened boys in borrowed power,

playing at leadership with empty hearts.

They chase what is easy,

what is shallow,

mistaking lust for love,

mistaking control for connection.

They do not see a real woman,

for a real woman does not sparkle under their gaze,

she burns, she glows from within.

She feels souls, not faces.

And when she leaves—

when she runs so far

that their names become whispers lost in the wind—

it is then that they understand love,

too late, too late.

By then, she has become untouchable,

hardened yet whole,

a phoenix risen from the ashes they tried to bury her in.

She has seen what true self-hatred looks like.

She has witnessed a man destroy himself

just to avoid facing his own reflection.

And in the wreckage, she found herself again—

lost, then found,

shaken, then steady,

torn, then whole.

Now she walks alone,

not because she has no love,

but because solitude is safer than false intimacy.

They call her cold, distant,

but they do not know the battles she fought,

the war she survived.

She is not bitter.

She is not broken.

She is free.

#Unshackled #BreakingChains #RiseAbove #selflovejourney #HealingThroughPain #Knowyourworth #EmotionalFreedom #breakingthecycle #StrengthInSolitude #ReclaimYourPower #SilentBattles #AuthenticLiving #NoMoreIllusions #DeepHealing

Sometimes the blessing is pulling you out!

#SuicideSurvivor #Fibromyalgia #RiseAbove

Amen to this and all the above One Love

God sometimes sets you apart so you can spend time with him and heal.

Some of us get the second chance deal however it means life is completely reset and rearranged.

This is a blessing often misunderstood.

Think of it as a fish tank and a sick fish only gets better in a clean fish tank.

Now when the fish is healthy and clean all healed. The fish does not go back to the dirty or toxic fish tank.

The fish gets a new fish tank with new fish and is happy with out the toxic water and fish that made the fish ill in the first place.

Sometimes God gives you a new life in a new fish tank.

Thank Good for saving you and giving you a chance to live.

Amen

The fact is you have to accept that miracles happen.

#Faith #Hope #Love #RiseAbove

TW: suicide. Back in the hospital #Suicide #PostpartumSuicide

#nopunchout #Survivor #Rise #SuicideSurvivor #onelove #RiseAbove

When trauma happens it feels like a part of me shatters like a piece of glass.
Shards splinter everywhere and even bursts into dust.
I can't put the pieces back together completely like they once were
Like a perfect puzzle I once yearned to be
But...
I can take that dust and remnants of the past and create something beautiful.
In Japan they don't throw broken pieces of pottery into the trash
Instead put them back together again with gold.
My pain is a lamp for the lost
My trauma is the gold that forges me
My strength is the voice that gives me wings
I choose me. I choose now.
Hope is never lost
#TheMighty #Trauma #Abuse #kintsugi #RiseAbove