Why I Didn’t Report: Become Your Story’s Steward Rather Than Its Hostage.
Survivors witness and feel beneath the story... Fragmented, often locked away in an unconscious vault; we banish pain in order to survive it.
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Our Symphony Has Stopped: A Letter To My Lost Love.
Your new life is in a home I'll never visit, filled with furniture I'll never see. But there amongst the books and trinkets, amidst the coffee cups and sheets, there are traces of me. Of us. An echo of laughter. An imprint of interlaced fingers. An unfinished argument. A chapter that never ...