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Fluent in Someone Else's Limitations: Words, Wounds, & The Work of Healing

Words don't just land; they settle. They find the quiet corners of who we are and make themselves at home long before we're old enough to ask them to leave. We grow up, move cities, change our names sometimes, reinvent ourselves entirely, and still, there they are. The offhand comment at the dinner table. The comparison that was never in our favour. The silence that somehow said more than any sentence could. What was spoken over us as children did not stay in our childhood. I

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2 days ago7 min read

Fluent in Someone Else's Limitations: Words, Wounds, & The Work of Healing

Words don't just land; they settle. They find the quiet corners of who we are and make themselves at home long before we're old enough to ask them to leave. We grow up, move cities, change our names sometimes, reinvent ourselves entirely, and still, there they are. The offhand comment at the dinner table. The comparison that was never in our favour. The silence that somehow said more than any sentence could. What was spoken over us as children did not stay in our childhood. I

TalishaM

2 days ago7 min read

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Fluent in Someone Else's Limitations: Words, Wounds, & The Work of Healing

Words don't just land; they settle. They find the quiet corners of who we are and make themselves at home long before we're old enough to ask them to leave. We grow up, move cities, change our names sometimes, reinvent ourselves entirely, and still, there they are. The offhand comment at the dinner table. The comparison that was never in our favour. The silence that somehow said more than any sentence could. What was spoken over us as children did not stay in our childhood. I

TalishaM

2 days ago

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Can They Hold Your Heart Without Dropping It?

Do the people you hold near and dear have the capacity to hold your heart without wounding it, squeezing it, dropping it, handing it back slightly misshapen? Can they sit with you without trying to control the narrative? Sit with those questions for a moment before you continue reading. Really sit with them. Someone recently told me about a conversation that left them hollow. Not because the person they'd confided in was cruel, or dismissive, or even particularly distracted.

TalishaM

Apr 28

Falling in Like: Why Friendship is the Real Love Story

Envision this: you're watching someone build their dream house, and they start with the most gorgeous chandelier, marble countertops, and a stunning rooftop deck. Beautiful, right? But the problem is, they completely skipped laying a proper foundation. We all know how that story ends, and spoiler alert: it's not with "happily ever after." When it comes to romantic relationships, we're all guilty of starting with the chandelier. We dive into the butterflies, the late-night tex

TalishaM

Apr 22