Trauma-Informed, Unpolished & Unapologetic: Reflections from an Almost Social Worker
For the truths that outgrow the roles they were handed.
healing
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Efficiently Expecting the Worst
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≻: Efficiently Expecting the WorstWhat makes you nervous? Pretty much everything makes me nervous because my brain loves to run simulations of every possible…
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When the Floodgates Finaly Gave
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≻: When the Floodgates Finaly GaveThe floodgates I’ve been holding closed for nearly thirty years finally broke away, leaving chaos and ruin in their wake.…
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Where the Horizon Shifts
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≻: Where the Horizon ShiftsSometimes the change starts far beneath the surface — a bone‑deep shift I feel before the storm ever shows its…
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The Things I Thought I’d Grow Into
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≻: The Things I Thought I’d Grow IntoWhen you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up? When I was five, I wanted…
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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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The Echoes That Followed Me Home
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≻: The Echoes That Followed Me HomeEvery echo taught me something — even the ones I didn’t want to hear.What experiences in life helped you grow…
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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…
