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If you came here looking for feel-good quotes and neatly packaged healing stories, you’re in the wrong place.

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There are thousands of those out there. This isn’t one of them.

This is where I say the things I wasn’t supposed to say.

The things I’ve swallowed for years because they made people uncomfortable.

The things I’ve been told to move on from, get over, or turn into some kind of inspirational arc.

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I’m not here to inspire you.
I’m here to tell the truth.

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The ugly, messy, raw truth—about trauma, survival, loss, pain, and what it actually looks like to live with all of that stuffed inside your chest while you still try to show up every day.

I’m not polishing it. I’m not tying it up in a pretty bow. I’m not pretending anymore.

This blog is for the ones who’ve been through it. The ones who are still in it.
For the ones who can’t breathe some days and don’t know how to say that out loud.
For the ones who carry stories they never got to finish telling.

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I’m writing this for people like me—people who are tired of pretending.
And if you see yourself in any of this:
You’re not alone. You never were.

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This is I Said the Quiet Part Out Loud.
And I’m not shutting up.