Yaira EbanksJan 81 min readmaster of the control diminishing my lightno need to power offjust remove the batteries I have no more fight
Patterns of BecomingIntentional Cycle My mother was ruthless, cruel, even a bit unknowable. I yearned for her, just not in the blows that delivered her...
Silent Healingmercy as defense I didn’t want to hurt people by letting them know that they hurt me. confession Eventually I shared my pain. Could...
before the erosionHe said I was like the sand, never the same. Just once, I’d like to run through his hands. To finally understand, to see, to feel, to get...