personal growth
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How do you tell someoneyou no longer enjoy their companywithout sounding cruel? How do you explainthat nothing dramatic happened…there’s no fault to throw,just a slow erosion,like water wearing down stoneuntil even kindnessfeels too heavy? And isn’t that its own grief?To mourn a living thingthat did not shatter…only thinned,thread by thread,until love,or partnership,or friendship,or whatever holy…
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This one is two chapters… because they needed each other. One is the hard truth: no one is coming to save you. The other is the softer truth: you’re not failing… you’re becoming. If you’ve been feeling stuck, overwhelmed, or like you’re quietly falling apart… this is for you.
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This poem explores the difference between people who live on the surface of their own lives and those willing to dig deeper into truth, discomfort, and self-discovery. Using earthy, visceral metaphors of soil, worms, hooks, and the hidden work beneath the surface, it reflects on courage, avoidance, and the raw honesty required to grow. A…
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This short poem explores the “fawn response,” a trauma instinct often rooted in childhood CPTSD. Told through the metaphor of a newborn fawn, it reflects the fear, abandonment, and survival coping patterns many people carry into adulthood without realizing it. This piece is for anyone who’s ever felt small, unsafe, or shaped by circumstances they…
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🎙️ “For the Misfits, the Deep Ones, the Outspoken Hearts: This Is the Room.” Written by Shelly Moore ©️ 2025 No one really prepares you for how hard it is to make actual friends as an adult. (Especially if you’ve moved across the country… more than once.) I’m talking real friends. Not “we wave at…
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⚖️ “The Emotional Weight of Being a Little Too Perceptive for This Planet.” (And why it’s not a flex — it’s a full-time job no one asked for.) There’s this thing I’ve carried my whole life that I used to think was “too much.” Too emotional. Too serious. Too deep. Too sarcastic. Too chatty. Too weird.…
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In a world where our identities are quietly sculpted by every relationship we hold, it’s easy to lose ourselves in the slow erosion of unmet emotional needs. This piece explores what it means to feel like the “common denominator,” to question your worth, and to reclaim authorship over your inner architecture. •• “The Sculptor +…
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A reminder—for myself as much as anyone—that we are not separate, not broken, and not alone… just temporarily forgetting what we already know.
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