Category: Poetry
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The Weight of the Unsent words
A Poetic Echo: The Weight of Unsent Words In my blog post, Apologies I Never Received: Reclaiming Healing from Unsaid Words, I delved into the profound impact of those absent acknowledgments and the crucial work of finding closure within ourselves. This poem, “Letters That Never Came,” is a heartfelt reflection on the silent pain of…
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The Depths of Feeling
A Poetic Reflection: The Depths of Feeling In my recent blog post, “Learning to Sit with Sadness,” I explored the profound truth that embracing our difficult emotions, rather than running from them, can lead to unexpected strength and tenderness. Sadness, often painted as a cold, isolating hue, holds far more complexity than we give it…
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A Poetic Echo: The Turning Point
In my blog post, I spoke about therapy as medicine, a necessary act of self-preservation when my own mind became an unsafe place. That journey, like many, began with a single, profound moment—the moment I finally allowed myself to utter the words I had long resisted. This poem, “The Day I Said I Need Help,”…
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Glitter on the bandage
A Poetic Reflection: Glitter on a Bandage In the spirit of embracing the raw truth of healing, I wanted to share a poem that delves into this very contrast. We often see the polished version of recovery, but true healing is rarely neat. This poem, “Glitter on a Bandage,” explores the space between the beautiful…
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Little me, still whispers
Little me still whispers when the world goes quiet in the hum of fluorescent lights, in the suffocating pause before sleep, in the fractured hush between heartbeats. She doesn’t scream. She never did. She learned that silence was a brittle shield, safer than the searing sorrow, that shrinking herself down to nothing made just enough…
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Tired Doesnt Cover
In our recent exploration of emotional exhaustion, we’ve touched upon the many ways this profound weariness manifests. We’ve discussed the physical symptoms, the mental fog, the irritability that creeps in. But sometimes, words like “tired” or even “exhausted” simply don’t seem to fully grasp the deep, pervasive drain on our spirit. They fall short of…
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I Bit My Toungue Too Long
We often hear the advice to “pick your battles” or to “think before you speak.” While valuable, this wisdom can sometimes morph into a habit of perpetual silence, especially when facing discomfort, disagreement, or injustice. We swallow our words, stifle our feelings, and bite our tongues until the unspoken truth becomes a bitter taste, and…
Me, Myself & Therapy 