Trauma-Informed, Unpolished & Unapologetic: Reflections from an Almost Social Worker
For the truths that outgrow the roles they were handed.
Personal Reflections
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Braking What Tried to Break Me
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≻: Braking What Tried to Break MeThe deeper I get into this work, the more I feel the tension between the mother I’m becoming and the…
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Coming Home to Myself
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≻: Coming Home to MyselfI’m Waking Up I keep saying it lately, almost without realizing it: I’m waking up. Not in some dramatic, reinvent‑your‑life…
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The Voice I’m Choosing
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≻: The Voice I’m ChoosingA gentle reclamation of a voice that finally feels like mine; choosing differently so the echoes end with me. I’m…
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Where I Still Go
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≻: Where I Still GoIn the passenger seat, I felt myself slip. Not emotionally — physically. That tiny, familiar float that happens when someone…
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Growing From My Own Soil
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≻: Growing From My Own SoilWhat is one word that describes you? If I had to choose one word to describe myself right now, it…
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The Voice Beneath it All
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≻: The Voice Beneath it AllI think I’m only just starting to understand what confidence actually is. The whole “fake it till you make it”…
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No More Margins
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≻: No More MarginsI’m still getting used to her — this version of me who feels like a quiet evolution, the one who’s…
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Where the Tide Keeps Calling
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≻: Where the Tide Keeps CallingThere’s a particular flavor of chaos that hits when I’m waiting for something I care about. I can feel it…
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The Becoming
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≻: The BecomingOn the private becoming I’m not ready to confess–and the guilt of keeping something to myself for once. There’s a…
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The Reflection That Opened the Door
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≻: The Reflection That Opened the DoorVulnerability is one of those deceptively simple words that looks harmless until someone asks you to define it. It sounds…
