Nevaeh
She Journaled. She Relapsed. She’s Not Linear.
I write the mess so you don’t have to.
You’ll find me in the middle of my own mess — surrounded by cold tea, stained leggings, and a dozen open journals. I say wise things sometimes, usually right before I forget to apply them to myself. I believe in softness, even when I’m hard on me. Come sit in the mud with me.
What I'm Into: tea that's gone cold, band t-shirts that still smell like someone else, thinking out loud, the ache behind the ribs when a memory hits, writing it all down anyway
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