You Don’t Get to Rewrite What You Did
I’m not arguing about what happened. I’m publishing it.
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Read full post →Blood doesn’t excuse behaviour. Time doesn’t erase harm. And holidays don’t magically fix years of blame.
Read full post →UK courts recognise the right to speak about lived experience when it is factual and evidenced. This post explains why that matters.
Read full post →I’m done hiding work in drafts where it can’t hurt anyone or help me. Unfinished and online beats perfect and buried.
Read full post →The worst part isn’t the nightmare itself, it’s how long it takes my body to realize it’s over.
Read full post →If accountability isn’t possible through the system, visibility is the next best thing.
Read full post →Woke up at 1am like I’d respawned in the wrong timeline. Two tramadol and some Super Silver Haze did their thing, but honestly the real knockout punch was the red-wine steak that took me out.
Read full post →My morning began on the wrong foot — no caffeine, worries about prescriptions, and trying to reorganise my pain management routine.
Read full post →When you spend most of your session curled up, it’s probably time to unload the stuff causing it. Writing starts this week.
Read full post →As the holidays get closer, the flashbacks have been relentless.
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