Category: 🌱 Healing & Becoming
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The First Time I Said It Out Loud: Telling the Truth About My Abuse
The female survivor group was supposed to be bigger. It was my new sex therapist, his wife for “female presence” and “moral support” and two other women. My screen felt too small for it.The lighting was bad. I looked tired.I kept shifting my chair, adjusting the angle, trying to look a little more put together.…
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People Pleasing: Growing Up in a Family Where Nothing Was Said
Learning to stay inside the lines. Around Asian women,obedience wasn’t taught.It was absorbed. My sister and I grew up in the same house.Two years apart.Same rules. We came out nothing alike. She challenged.I adjusted. During our “rebellious” years,our parents suddenly encouraged honesty.Open communication. She believed them. She told my dad she wanted to go to…
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I Wrote Letters to My Family I Knew I’d Never Send
Even on paper, I softened it. I never planned to send the letters.I just needed somewhere for them to go. Seeing them made it too real. They still hurt.Just less than saying them out loud. What I buried so deep. was slowly being excavated. And each time I did that,it felt like picking at a…
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Good Girl Goes to Therapy: I Thought I Was Going for Maintenance
What happens when the “good girl” realizes she can’t pass therapy? Did I mention I found a therapist? Yes. Life coaching and therapy happening side by side.Because apparently I’m the kind of high-achiever who tries to optimise her unravelling too. This was my first therapy session, and I thought I was just going in for…
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Healing Retreat: My Body Refused to Soften
What happens when your nervous system doesn’t feel safe, even in a room built for healing. The day arrives quietly. It’s the morning of my first women’s retreat, and I’m already feeling unsafe. I almost forgot about it, which means I didn’t have time to back out. I tend to live in extremes.Avoidant. Or all…
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Being Seen, Gently: My First Life Coaching Session
What happened when someone stopped trying to fix me and started listening. I had the consultation in my car.I wanted privacy.If I was going to spill my heart out, I didn’t want walls listening. The data is patchy.Her face freezes mid-sentence.The audio lags. It’s already hard to say vulnerable things. It’s harder when you’re not…
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When Healing Starts to Feel Like Pressure, Not Help
I thought I was doing the right things, but it started to feel like something I could fail at In California, everyone seems to be figuring something out. Coffee shop conversations get personal.Hikes turn into nervous system check-ins.New people I meet have a podcast, a process, someone they swear by. It feels like everyone here…
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Asking for Help After Trauma: The First Time I Reached Out
I didn’t know how much I’d uncover when I asked for help I’m not used to slowing down. Listening to podcasts. Reading. Breathing on purpose.Meditating. Journaling. All of it feels new. Slightly unnatural.Like trying on someone else’s habits. Growing up, most things were functional.We maximised productivity. Optimised time. Streamlined processes. Even reading was functional.You read…
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Rupture: The First Time I Felt Something Again
What emotional release feels like when your body finally lets go My gym offers a bunch of classes.Different kinds of yoga too.I assumed if it was free, it couldn’t be serious. Yin.No idea what that meant, but I signed up. It was a noon class.Mostly retirees. I walked in late and unrolled my Lululemon mat…
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People-Pleasing: The Trauma Response I Didn’t Recognize
I thought it was just my personality, until it started to cost me “You’re my perfect daughter.” She said it in kindergarten.I carried it like a prophecy. Straight A’s. Class monitor. Polite friends.A gold-star girl, smiling on cue. At first, it felt like love.Later, it felt like a cage. Under the stickers and praise,I wasn’t…