You were never the problem. The conditions were.

Friday is where the mask gets heavy —and where you finally get to breathe.

There is a strange kind of quiet that happens when you realize the critical voice narrating your day doesn't actually belong to you.It belongs to the past, to what you had to survive.
Recognizing the difference between your true voice and the "echo" is the beginning of everything.
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The waking world asks us to be “fine,”
but my dreams still tell the truth.
Last night she returned without answers—
only a question I’ve avoided:
How are you carrying my absence?

Some people can only hold the smallest version of you.
But your depth isn’t danger — it’s proof you lived.

Those meant for you won’t ask you to dilute yourself.

—Echoes of Emeridian