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Dear INFJ: Letter #2 – Your depth is a gift
I see you. I see how the world looks at you and whispers that you’re “too much.” Too intense. Too deep. Too emotional. Too serious. Too… something. And maybe, for a while, you believed them. Maybe you tried to tone it down, to laugh a little louder at jokes that didn’t land, to nod along… Continue reading
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Recovery: A Journey of Patience and Resilience
It’s been a long and challenging road, and I still have four more weeks of recovery ahead of me. Each day brings a mix of hope and frustration. I want to move forward, but my body is reminding me that I need to be patient. The restrictions placed on me are tough to live with,… Continue reading
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Laughter
What makes you laugh? Laughter is one of my favorite things in the world. I absolutely love to laugh—it’s healing, it’s freeing, and it’s a beautiful way to connect with people. My sense of humor tends to lean toward the quirky, the exaggerated, and the timeless. There’s something about old-school physical comedy that just cracks… Continue reading
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Reclaiming My Health: A Journey Through Grief, Healing, and Transformation
Four years ago, I was strong. I was disciplined. I was healthy. And then, my world fractured. When my mom passed away, something inside me unraveled. Grief wasn’t just an emotion, it became a presence that lived inside of me, shifting my habits, numbing my ambitions, and slowly eroding the foundation of my well being.… Continue reading
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Spring
Cherry blossoms dance,soft petals kiss the warm breeze,whispers of new life. Continue reading
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Pathology Update
I had surgery a few days ago, and I’m so relieved to share that everything came back benign – absolutely no cancer! The mass that was removed was a very large mature cystic teratoma. One unexpected finding was that my left fallopian tube was fused shut, meaning it wasn’t open the way it should be.… Continue reading
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Losing My Left Ovary: Healing, Grieving, and Learning to Live in My Body Again
It still hasn’t fully hit me. Three days ago, I lost my left ovary and fallopian tube. The words feel surreal, like they belong to someone else. My mind knows it happened, but my heart hasn’t caught up yet. Maybe because the pain is louder than my thoughts, or maybe because I’m not ready to… Continue reading
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The Weight of Healing: Reflections on Surgery and Pain
Day two, and the pain is relentless. It moves through me in waves: sharp, deep, and unforgiving. I’ve always been a side sleeper, but now my body resists every position, every shift, every attempt at comfort. My bed, once a place of rest, now feels foreign, incapable of holding me through this. So, I’ve surrendered… Continue reading
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Surgery, Cysts, and Coffee
I had surgery today, and honestly, it was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I was wheeled into the OR, scared out of my mind, not really knowing what to expect, but I had an amazing medical team that made all the difference. My gynecological oncologist is the top in the area,… Continue reading
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Surgery Day: Sitting with the Anxiety
Today is surgery day. I knew it was coming, but no amount of mental preparation can fully quiet the anxiety humming beneath my skin. It’s not just the procedure itself, it’s the vulnerability, the unknowns, the loss of control. The waiting. I’ve always been someone who likes to understand, to plan, to have my feet… Continue reading
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Between the Knife and the Unknown
I lie beneath the weight of waiting,the hush before the plunge,where time bends,where breath is borrowed,where the body is a question with no answer. The scalpel sings in silent promise,a whispered hymn of hope and risk.Will I wake to the sun’s golden mercy,or slip into the quiet where names are forgotten? I have traced the… Continue reading
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Dear Me:
Dear Me, I owe you the deepest, most heartfelt apology, one long overdue. I have spent years speaking to you in ways I would never speak to someone I love. I have stood before the mirror, dissecting you, tearing you down, accusing you of failure simply because you changed. I have waged war against you,… Continue reading
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When Pain Becomes Normal
I keep thinking about how long this has been growing inside me. How many times I brushed off the pain, the bloating, the pressure, because I thought it was just part of being a woman. The horrible period cramps that felt like a hot brick pressing down on my uterus. The hip pain that radiated… Continue reading
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The Body Remembers
My body is not betraying me.It is speaking.Soft, persistent, unyielding in its truth. I have lost, yet I have gained, not in numbers, but in weight that is unseen, in the burden of something growing, pressing against the fabric of who I was. A mass settles beneath my ribs,rooted like a secret,stretching the limits of… Continue reading
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Silent Wars
Why must I fight these battles alone, carrying shadows no one has known?A whispering ache, a hollowed plea, drowned in silence, swallowed by me. The moonlight flickers on my skin,Tracing the wars that rage within.Armor cracked, yet none can see, the weight, the fear consuming me. Echoes dance in empty halls,Mocking ghosts that hear my… Continue reading
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The Cyst, the Dream, and the Whisper of Angels
I have always believed in signs. Some people dismiss them as coincidences, but I know better. I’ve felt them too many times, in too many ways, to ignore them. Angels don’t always speak in words. Sometimes, they speak in symbols, in nudges, in quiet whispers only the soul can hear. And for the past two… Continue reading
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