The first thing I learned was how to tune out and ignore everything and everyone.
This is stunning…raw, poetic, and unflinchingly human.
The way you captured dissociation not as weakness, but as a form of resilience, hit hard.
So many lines linger, but that final image of falling…after holding so much, after standing up again and again…left a quiet ache.
Thank you for sharing this.
It’s more than a memory; it’s a mirror for many of us who survived by drifting inward…
This is stunning…raw, poetic, and unflinchingly human.
The way you captured dissociation not as weakness, but as a form of resilience, hit hard.
So many lines linger, but that final image of falling…after holding so much, after standing up again and again…left a quiet ache.
Thank you for sharing this.
It’s more than a memory; it’s a mirror for many of us who survived by drifting inward…