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She’s Not Coming Back—But I’m Not Mourning Her ...

Let me be real with you: The old me? The one who tolerated disrespect, hid behind oversized hoodies, and tried to keep the peace by losing herself in the process? She’s...

I Was Drowning… Until I Chose Me

There was a time I couldn’t even recognize the woman in the mirror. She looked tired. Emotionally bankrupt. Her eyes were heavy—not from lack of sleep, but from the weight...