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Eight Years ago today 1 year post divorce My abusive ex husband was still stalking me after leaving him.. he filled my gas tank with FOUR POUNDS of sugar and then slashed all of my tires. Two one day then after I fixed those he came back a few nights later slashed another two.
I totally forgot about it lol
“This last year has definitely been rough but if nothing else I've showed my girls what a survivor looks like and that no matter what struggles you face you can rise above them and keep moving. ❤”
Some women don’t come from softness— they come from survival, and still find a way to bloom. “Still, They Bloom”
how do you glow when everything is trying to take you down?
I was lost in darkness, but the dark never learned how to keep me. Some nights try to convince you the story is over. But survival has a way of whispering back
Idk losing my mind lol
Some wounds don’t live on the skin. They live underneath it—quiet, invisible, still aching in places no one thinks to look. Just because you can’t see the scars doesn’t mean they aren’t still healing.
When the world blurs right and wrong until nothing means anything, choosing softness becomes an act of resistance.