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The poem explores the struggle of finding hope in a bleak world, where well-meaning reassurances feel insubstantial. It highlights the difficulty of facing one’s emotions and the nuanced experience of being neither fully healed nor lost, but instead existing in…
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We’re taught that family relationships are sacred. That blood outranks behaviour. That no matter what happens, walking away is a moral failure. I don’t believe that anymore. Estrangement wasn’t my first choice — it was my last. It came after…
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Breakups, especially involving infidelity, can create barriers to new relationships, leading to feelings of inadequacy and distrust. When a partner attempts to redefine your past, it exposes their flaws rather than diminishing your worth. True healing requires recognizing your value…
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A PS5 hacking leak is making headlines, but the real cost isn’t just bricked consoles. Long‑term accounts, online play, and digital game libraries are all at risk. Here’s why I’m keeping my PS5 safe and what that means for gamers.
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The author believes it’s essential to focus on the future while acknowledging the importance of reflecting on the past. Learning from past mistakes without dwelling on them fosters growth. By using experiences to build intuition, one can avoid repeating errors…
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The grief changed long before I noticed it. It stopped dragging me backwards and instead became something I could simply acknowledge — a quiet sadness for what was once real, without any desire to return to it. This was the…
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Healing after an abusive relationship isn’t about acceptance or insight. It’s about remembering who you were before, reclaiming the parts of yourself they tried to erase, and living outward again—not for them, not to spite them, but in spite of…
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Healing didn’t arrive with a breakthrough — it appeared in small, ordinary moments. A clearer mind. A lighter day. A laugh that didn’t feel forced. I wasn’t becoming a new person; I was rediscovering the one I’d lost along the…
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I stopped responding, not out of anger, but out of understanding. Every interaction pulled me back into the same confusion, the same pain, the same version of myself I no longer recognised. Setting boundaries wasn’t about shutting her out —…












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