Tag: healing
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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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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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Letting Go Gracefully: The Art of Releasing What No Longer Serves You
In the intricate tapestry of our lives, there are threads we weave with intention, and then there are those that fray, tangle, or simply cease to hold meaning. Yet, so often, we cling to them out of habit, fear, or a misguided sense of loyalty to what once was. The concept of “letting go” isn’t…
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I Let Go… And Found Myself Again
There are things I’ve carried for so long, I forgot they were heavy. Old voices. Tired expectations. Wounds I wrapped in gold because I thought pain looked prettier when polished. I am a collector of “what ifs.”What if I had done better.What if they had stayed.What if I had stayed. But lately, my body has…
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The Art of Soothing Myself
Some days, comfort feels like a language I forgot how to speak. I’ll sit in the quiet and wonder why my chest feels tight, why I flinch at the sound of my own phone ringing, why my body aches in places sleep never seems to touch. But I’ve learned slowly, painfully, that comfort isn’t something…
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Fading and Well
Sometimes how we feel inside doesn’t match what others see. This poem is about that fragile space, the quiet fading no one notices and the surface calm that loved ones observe. It’s the reminder that healing isn’t always visible, but it’s there. Today a stranger said,“You look as though you’re fading away.” But today, my…
Me, Myself & Therapy 