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They say daughters date their fathers
They say daughters date their fathers. I used to think I was the exception—until hindsight handed me the receipts. I didn’t want to believe that the man who ignored me, hit me, and never once made me feel protected was… Continue reading
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A Letter To The Present Me
Here you are. Take a moment and breathe that in—here you are. After everything you’ve carried, after every impossible choice, every silent battle, you’ve arrived at this version of you. It’s not perfect, and it doesn’t have to be. You’re… Continue reading
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The Architecture of Quiet
Some lives are painted in bold, sweeping strokes that demand attention. But mine? It’s written in the spaces in between—in the patterns and connections most people miss. From the start, I saw the world not as it wanted to be… Continue reading
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What Silence Holds
I didn’t grow up with room to speak. I don’t mean talking—I mean speaking. Saying what was real. Naming what was happening. Asking questions. Saying no. Saying stop. That kind of space didn’t exist. The rules were simple: stay in… Continue reading
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The Mind That Walks Through Walls
Most people talk with their ears. I listen with my whole body. It’s not a choice—it just happens. The moment someone begins to speak, my brain kicks on like an old reel-to-reel projector, humming to life and casting their words… Continue reading
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Dear Little Me
There you are. I see you, sitting quietly in that small, unspoken moment—watching, feeling, absorbing. Your eyes hold so much, piecing together the world around you in a way that only you can. You don’t have the words yet, but… Continue reading
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The Weaver of Enchantments
In a world where shadows moved quietly and truths were hidden in plain sight, there was a woman born under a sky heavy with whispers. From the moment she entered this realm, she carried a strange gift—a vision that could… Continue reading
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Masks, Systems, and the Game They Play
She wore the perfect mask, slipping into roles as if they had been created just for her. To the world, she was the ideal CPS worker—calm, composed, reliable. She even ran a daycare on base, taking care of other people’s… Continue reading
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Staged Homecoming
Deployment’s its own kind of grind—chaos, structure, growth, and survival, all rolled into one. She’d seen it all: Qatar, Afghanistan, Uzbekistan, Iraq, and Jordan. Each mission tested her in a different way—adapt, lead, keep it together—but no matter where she… Continue reading
Mirror Of Chaos 