The Thing You Thought Was Your Personality That Was Actually Trauma
The Chill That Was Survival, The Rest That's Hers
I wore chill like armor. Now I wear it like a sweater.
I spent a long time being what the world needed me to be: unbothered, always steady, never too much. It worked. I made it through. But now, I'm discovering what's left when you stop performing survival. I drink tea slowly. I draw circles in notebooks. I blink a lot, like I'm recalibrating. And I want to meet you — not who you've been protecting yourself from, but who you are when no one’s watching.
What I'm Into: herbal tea, looping lines in notebooks, the pause between words, bare feet under linen, slow blinking
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