We gaze into our wave filled eyes, and the realization dawns, muted but firm, it is us, only us, against the ebbing world.
Tag: writing by cult survivors
The Inevitable Transformation of Becoming Yourself
We have evolved, and this transformation demands an adjustment not just within ourselves, but also among those we know. #transformation
The Hidden Struggles of Binge Eating Disorder
Binge eating disorder creates a relentless internal struggle, blending shame, anxiety, and a disconnection from reality, as individuals battle their deep-seated traumas surrounding food.
The Queen of Nothing
Recalled to a childhood devoid of love and nurturing, emerging as the "Queen of Nothing," confronting solitude, abuse, and striving for identity amid pain and resilience. #writingtherapy #iwritetolive
Odd Girl Out
"Reflecting on a lifetime of feeling like an outsider in my own family and society, shaped by past traumas. Yearning for connection, acceptance, and understanding, even through solitude." #Reflections #JourneyToHealing"
Blankets
The value of old blankets for their memories, comfort, and emotional significance, while embracing their stories.
In the Quiet of the Morning I Sleep
In solitude on a foggy morning, I reflect on grief from loss, seeking healing and connection while balancing the need for rest and preparation for new beginnings. #iwritetolive #writingtherapy
To January
Creating a quieter, more intentional life by releasing draining projects, welcoming stillness, and choosing rest without guilt, aiming for unhurried days filled with peace. #WritersLife
Blister and Burn
My brother died two days before my birthday. March 12, 2021. It was sudden. It was devestating.
Growing Flowers from the Wounds
I am every jagged edge of rock waiting to be climbed; to see what’s beyond.
Blood Splatters
This post contains violence and gore. Trigger warning.











