The Dead of the Night
The night has held motherhood, fear, loss, and finally peace. A reflection on the changing meaning of darkness across a lifetime.
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Still, I Believe
Hope is not believing that love will never hurt us again. It is choosing to remain open, even after it has.
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After Disruption
A poem about what remains after certainty falls away – and the quiet decision to stay open, stay in relationship, and choose love anyway.
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The GP Who Believed Me
Sometimes the most important intervention is not a medication or a procedure, but belief. This story reflects on illness, autonomy, and the GP who listened when others would not.
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The Fortress
We all build walls for a reason. The Fortress is a reflection on resilience, healing, and the moment we find the courage to step beyond them once more.
