Bold Roast
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Body Remembers Trauma: Cut the Crap and Start Healing
It wasn’t funny then. It’s not funny now. The stumbles, the creepy nicknames, the touches that weren’t accidents. And that thudding in your chest? That was your body sounding the alarm. This isn’t a memory to soften — it’s a truth to name. It came back today, uninvited. But this time, I didn’t freeze. I wrote. I remembered. I cut the crap. Literally.
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Unseen: The Story of the Favourite Child
She gave him tea. She never asked if I had slept that decade without nightmares. If I had ever flinched around warmth. My silence bought their comfort. And when I finally screamed — they called it betrayal.
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Love Beyond Blood: Salt in the Wound 💔
What do you become when even love is reserved for the biological?
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Rx Roulette: Chronic Illness Prescription Errors That Keep on Giving
Four boxes of prescription drugs and three years of playing unpaid lab rat. I’ve mastered the art of being ill — they’ve perfected the fart of faulting at convenience. Every purge feels like an end-of-season sale, except nothing’s on discount and I’m the only one paying.
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Waking Up with Anxiety and Trauma: The Quiet Horror We Still Don’t Talk About
Waking up with anxiety and trauma triggers isn’t rare. This piece explores how silence, shame, and survival shape our mornings.
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Life Update: Held Together with Safety Pins and Coffee
Black coffee. Pink salt. A foot that refuses to elevate. Zoe’s in charge. My back’s on strike. The exercise bike’s a towel rack. Life’s paused somewhere between hospitals, sarcasm, and unopened tags. I’m not here to inspire. I’m here to exist — unfiltered.
