wildpoise

Day 75 - There’s a feeling I’ve been noticing lately that’s hard to put into words. It feels like standing on the edge of something new. Not a specific event. Not a big life decision. More like the...

Day 74 - Something happened today that reminded me how strange the healing process can be. I was standing in the kitchen making coffee when I realized my shoulders were relaxed. That might sound like nothing. But for...

Day 73 - One of the strangest things about trauma is how quietly it rewires your mind. It doesn’t happen all at once. There’s no dramatic switch flipping somewhere in your brain. Instead it’s more like a subtle...

Day 72 - There’s a strange thing happening lately that I’m only just starting to recognize. Parts of me are coming back online. Not all at once. Not dramatically. More like systems rebooting one by one after a...

Day 71 - Today I realized something important. Everything that happened last year didn’t extinguish the fire inside me. If anything, it clarified it. There’s a very particular kind of strength that develops when you survive something that...

Day 70 - A new month started today. Which feels symbolic in a way I can’t fully explain yet. January was quiet. Reflective. A month of internal rebuilding. February feels like it might carry a different kind of...

Day 69 - It’s the last day of January. That realization caught me off guard. This month didn’t feel dramatic. No huge turning points. No cinematic moment where everything suddenly clicked. But something deeper has been happening quietly...

Day 68 - Today I felt something I haven’t felt in a long time. Energy. Not frantic energy. The kind that shows up when your mind starts engaging with the world again. Ideas were popping up in my...

Day 67 - One thing trauma has done for me, strangely enough, is sharpen my instincts. Before the past year, I sometimes second-guessed myself when something felt wrong. I would rationalize it away. Give people the benefit of...

Day 66 - I woke up this morning and noticed something strange. Fear wasn’t the loudest voice in my head. For the past year it has been. Not always screaming, but always there. A background signal running constantly...