Category: Written in Wild Script
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When the Mask Cracks, the Heart Speaks
A quiet unraveling led me to parts of myself I’m only just beginning to meet. This piece is for the parts we’ve silenced, the children we’re raising, and the versions of ourselves we’re still becoming. I used to think I was managing.Not thriving, maybe, but coping.Functioning. I kept routines in place like scaffolding, each task,…