Before I trusted my voice, I ignored my body. My body would tighten before the conversation even started.My shoulders would rise.My stomach would sink.My breathing would change. And I would …
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There was a version of me who believed that if I delivered my truth gently enough, it would be received gently in return. She thought if she lowered her voice, …
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We all carry them. Mental files stuffed with labels we didn’t ask for: the survivor, the worker, the “strong one,” the one who just makes it work. For a long …
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