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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The Clues I Left for Myself
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≻: The Clues I Left for MyselfWhat’s a mystery from your own life that you’ve never solved? The mystery I’ve never solved is myself — all…
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Learning Myself Out Loud
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≻: Learning Myself Out LoudThere’s a particular intimacy in letting people see you while you’re still in motion. Not the finished version. Not the…
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The Waiting
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≻: The WaitingThere’s a particular kind of ache that comes with waiting — not loud, not dramatic, just steady enough to sit…
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What It Means to Care This Much: Part 2
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≻: What It Means to Care This Much: Part 2I thought the tightness in my chest would ease once I slept, but it followed me into today — quieter,…
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What It Means to Care This Much
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≻: What It Means to Care This MuchToday pulled me into a space I wasn’t expecting — the kind of space where your heart reacts before your…
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Building Something Better for Them
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≻: Building Something Better for ThemThere’s a version of our story people like to tell — the one where he stepped into my life at…
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The Girl I Found My Way Back To
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≻: The Girl I Found My Way Back ToBefore everything collapsed, there was the boy I loved from tenth grade through the November after graduation. For what it…
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Breaking What Tried to Break Me
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≻: Breaking 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…
