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The Weight We Carry… Series – Part 7
Part 7: Understanding Men, Even When I Wanted to Hate Them or most of my life, I was taught to hate men. My mother’s words echoed in my ears from childhood, warning me of their lies, their cheating, their unpredictability. Growing up in that environment, I absorbed the lessons without question. Men were dangerous, untrustworthy,…
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The Weight We Carry… Series – Part 6
Part 6: The Break That Saved Me There comes a moment in life when survival is no longer enough. When the walls you built to protect yourself start to feel like a prison. That moment came for me after my first marriage ended. It wasn’t just a divorce—it was the first time I truly allowed…
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The Weight We Carry… Series – Part 5
Part 5: My First Marriage: Comfort, Control, and Misalignment My first marriage wasn’t a fairy tale. Looking back, I can see it clearly for what it was: a relationship built more on comfort and control than on connection or true compatibility. At the time, I thought I was making rational choices. I was trying to…
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The Weight We Carry… Series – Part 4
Part 4: Relationships Doomed Before They Began Even before I understood the depth of my own trauma, I carried it into every relationship. The lessons from my childhood—the absence of trust, the constant need for control, the fear of being hurt—followed me like shadows. And because I was raised in a world where love was…
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The Weight We Carry… Series – Part 3
Part 3: Control, Survival, and the Cost of Independence Growing up in a home where trust was scarce and love was conditional, I learned early that control was the only thing I could count on. If I wanted to feel safe, if I wanted my emotions to matter, if I wanted to survive, I had…
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The Weight We Carry… Series – Part 2
Part 2: The Father Who Left and the Lies He Taught Me The absence of a parent leaves a mark, but it’s not just the absence. It’s the way the gaps are filled, often with confusion, fear, and misplaced blame. My father left when I was young, disappearing from the home without explanation. But before…
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