The Serenity Letters

I checked every box.Gold-star life.Correct answers.Approved behavior.I healed on schedule,used the right language,made my trauma palatableand my pain easy to digest. I drank the water.Went to therapy.Set boundaries with soft...

I called it chemistry—sparks, late texts, dopamine hits,but really it was chaoswearing cologne and bad intentions. It wasn’t fate.It was inconsistency flirting with my trauma,breadcrumbs dressed up as passion,and me...

They taught me how to question thingsThat never needed proof—Like whether I was “too much,”Or simply speaking truth.They left their shadows in my mind,Like ghosts that overstayed,So now I burn...

I refuse to heal pretty.I refuse to shrink myself into a Pinterest aestheticjust so the world can applaud how“gracefully”I survived the storm. Healing is not a ballet.It’s a boxing ring.And...

I learned that healing isn’t glamorous.It’s not a soft-filter montage with latte foam artand acoustic guitar humming in the background.It’s more like waking up at 2 a.m.,liking your ex’s old...

The first snow of winter always seduces me.White glitter falling from heaven,like Mother Nature finally gave in to her soft-girl era. And every year, I pretend I’m ready for it...

I grew my calm from concrete—yeah, I bloomed where nobody watered me.Where the air was thick with “you ain’t enough,”and my roots had to learn to break through tough. I...

I was always the one who showed up first.The one who stayed late.The one who poured love like it was refillable—like I had a back-up supply in the trunk. But...

You kept my heart on a leash,tight enough to stay,loose enough to leave me guessing.You stitched my scars with your silenceand called it devotion.You fed my wounds crumbs of affection—I...

I didn’t find peace in a plane ticketor a palm-tree panorama I could post about later.I found it in the pauseright before I cried againbut didn’t.In the exhale that said...

I used to drag my past behind melike a dented metal suitcase with the wheels missing—loud, heavy,announcing itself everywhere I went.You could hear me comingbefore I ever showed up. I...

I didn’t know recovery came with boxes and tears—Cardboard reminders of every version I used to be.You think healing’s gonna look like sunlight and sage,But it’s really bubble wrap and...