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If I Could Love That Hard in the Wrong Place
“To love at all is to be vulnerable.”— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves I’ve looked back at it now—really looked.At how bad it was.At the different forms it took, the different ways it showed up. Some of the things are easy to name. You can see it when a mug smashes into the wall behind…
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Nine Days Away: Waiting, Fate, and the Space Between
Maya Angelou“Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.” I went to write this when it was ten days away.I started it — and then I didn’t finish.Now it’s nine.Time doesn’t feel linear right now. It feels fluid. Like in films where something disturbs time and everything ripples — a wave rising, slowing, hovering…
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The Comfort Zone Isn’t Comfort — It’s Survival
My brain was never designed for happiness.It was designed for survival. That’s why I still scan rooms.Why I choose corners when I can.Why I sit with my back to the wall. It’s why I still park my car facing down the driveway, angled away from the house — ready for a quick escape. Those instincts…
