Trauma-Informed, Unpolished & Unapologetic: Reflections from an Almost Social Worker
For the truths that outgrow the roles they were handed.
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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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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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When the Responsibility Hits Before You Feel Ready
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≻: When the Responsibility Hits Before You Feel ReadyI didn’t expect my mandated role to show up in my living room. I wasn’t sitting in a classroom, or…
