Tag: healing
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Ropes, Recovery, BDSM and Me
What if the thing that quieted your mind wasn’t therapy or sleep—but the strike of a flogger, the structure of a scene, and the rules of kink? I don’t play for thrill—I play to breathe. BDSM gave me control, clarity, and quiet where trauma lived loud. This post shares why kink holds my healing, my…
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I Speak Many Languages. Masking Follows Me in ALL of Them
I’m multilingual. But behind each language was a mask—until I found the one that didn’t come with trauma. Turns out, fluency isn’t freedom. Identity is.
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ASL Journey
I have mentioned I’m working on learning ASL. I thought it might be fun to share how I’m doing with this. There is also the disturbing thing I want to share with you. Did you know 90% of parents who have a deaf child do not bother to learn ASL? Talk about isolating to put…
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When Talking Takes Everything—And Silence Gives it Back
I spent years performing speech that drained me—now I’ve unmasked the truth. Talking isn’t connection for me—it’s exhaustion, confusion, and finally… freedom
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Relearning ASL and Letting My Hands Do the Healing
Sign language returned like a lost part of me—calming, expressive, safe. Now I use my hands to say what my voice learned to suppress.
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Simple Joy and Life
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life. This one is pretty easy for me to describe. It is actually this site. I get to be me without apology and as I learn what masks I’ve worn I get to share that. My site is totally based on what chaos it…
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Ink and Illness: When Every Word is a Victory
A whisper in the void. Strain against the invisible weight. Fingers move, driven by a fire that refuses to be extinguished. In the space where silence tries to settle, something stirs—a voice, fragmented, determined, reaching for meaning. What is born from struggle? What does pain leave behind? The answers linger just beyond the edge of…
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Friendship Exposes the Danger of a Predator
I trusted a friend with my struggles, seeking connection and understanding. Instead, I uncovered manipulation, dismissal, and danger—the predator hiding behind the mask of friendship. This is a story of betrayal, broken boundaries, and survival—a cautionary tale about friendship turned harmful.
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Between Words and Whispers
In the hush of unseen worlds, a presence lingers—quiet, constant, pulling me closer. Whispers trace the edges of the unknown, their warmth chasing shadows I’ve yet to name. What does it mean to crave touch in a space untouched, to ache for footsteps that have never crossed my threshold? Like threads of a tapestry unraveling…
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From Shadows to Self-Respect
There was a choice I didn’t make—a moment I let slip through my fingers. I’ve replayed it in my mind a thousand times, wondering what would have happened if I’d dared to act. Would everything have changed? Or would I?
Who am I? 