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Episode 7- The Day it Stopped Feeling Temporary
Nothing dramatic happened that day. No shouting.No slammed doors.No moment you’d circle in red and call the beginning of the end. That’s what made it harder to ignore. Sydney was standing at the counter packing lunches — the same motions, the same rhythm — when she realized she was moving through her life without expecting…
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Love, Without the Game
Last night, my husband was on a solo trip… My nervous system was able to relax, even the boys were able to relax. I sat up thinking about my non-negotiables for myself. Coincidentally, yesterday, I picked up a sticker out of my prize box for my students. I had just gotten some new ones and…
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How Light Escapes
It was evening, standing over the stove, like she did day after day. She felt it first as a crack— a hairline fracture, then something spreading beneath the surface. Her life had grown too small, her light too big. At first she thought it was a broken heart. Then she called it grief— mourning a…
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Without Apology
I deserve the world. I am not too much— not too loud, not too demanding, not too opinionated. I think with my heart. I live in color. I want to be free. I want to use my voice. I exist— without apology, without shrinking, without asking permission. I am not too much.
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Episode 6- The Safest She’s Felt
She didn’t remember the night in a straight line. It came back to her in pieces — sensations more than scenes. The low hum of music. The way the light in his apartment felt warm instead of bright. The quiet confidence in how Ryan moved around the space, like he wasn’t trying to impress her…
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You thought you could Dim me- a poem
First of all, I have never written poetry. Never. Last night as I was drifting off to sleep o started saying these lines and I knew I’d have to sit up and write them down before full falling asleep otherwise they’d be gone forever. this morning I woke and finished the last stanza. You Thought…
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Episode 5 — The Weight of a Life That Doesn’t Fit Anymore
Sydney woke before the sun again.Not rested. Just awake in the way a body wakes when it’s been carrying too much for too long. Her husband’s back was turned toward her, rising and falling in a rhythm untouched by anything she was feeling. Once, that sight made her feel safe.Now it made her feel… replaceable.…
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Her Quiet Escape 