She Told Me Her Story And I Listened

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There is power in being heard.

Not analyzed.

Not doubted.

Heard.

Sometimes, the hardest stories to tell are the ones we’ve swallowed for years.

Too raw for polite conversation.

Too heavy for small talk.

Too sacred to risk being misunderstood.

But here?

Here, your truth is welcome.

Your voice matters.

Your story deserves breath.

You were never “too much.”

You were carrying too much, alone.

And if no one ever told you before:

You shouldn’t have had to.

This space was built for the girl you used to be.

The woman you are now.

And the elder you’re becoming, who refuses to let her voice die quiet.

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So tell me:

• What have you survived that still haunts you in silence?