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come here.
Come here. Closer. Closer still,until your breath frays against minelike something breaking. Don’t speak.Let me taste your faith.Salt.Fear.That thin, holy trembleright before surrender. Let me feel your heartkick against my palm,frenzied, stupid, animal,throwing itself against bonelike it might escape. It won’t.Nothing ever does. Feel it.How it slams into my hand.How it stutterswhen my fingers curl tighter.Your body knows me.Even when you don’t. Every beatanother confession.Another door unlocking.…
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words and words and words
I am the ghost I’vebeen haunted by. I keep running fromthe version of mewho never healed. He lingers in the cornersstill holding the knife I swallowed. Sometimes I thinkhe’s proud. Sometimes I thinkhe wants my life back. summer of 2026
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Alone.
If you are tired of yourself today, come sit here. No lesson. No bright side.No need to arriveas a better version. I have cuts on my hands,water nearby. Walls standing still. The sky keeps being the skywithout asking meto understand it.You can be heavy here. Just don’t leave yourself alone with it. Summer of 26.
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Mental Health Awareness Month
I read a post online this morning about dual diagnosis, when a person struggles with a mental health condition(s) and substance use issues. As someone who has been dual diagnosed my entire life, I have some reflections on the experience. Dual diagnosis has a major impact on the legal system because many people with co-occurring mental illness and substance use disorders end up interacting with police, courts,…
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KEYNOTE ADDRESS
Good morning Everyone- Today, I stand before you today to talk to you about a journey—a journey of self- discovery, of resilience, and of finding love and healing and relationship amidst chaos. Together, let us take a step into a world that may seem sometimes feel familiar yet sometimes distant, a world where the simplest moments hold the greatest significance. Imagine, if you will, stepping out of…
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unimpressed
It has always been easierto be the hands To be the one who reaches,who anticipates,who memorizes the shape of others’ silenceand fills it before they have to ask I know how to study hungerI know how to recognize painI know how to plate comfortand to serve it quietlyI know how to make myself useful,how to fold my love into small, practical cornersso it doesn’t inconvenience anyone But…
