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IFS therapy has been a game changer for me. I highly recommend it 💜

Fashion y’all❤️ love the malls, love the clothes, love shopping it❤️

Some haikus I wrote: You mistook my peace For the girl you could still break She no longer lives No one came for me So I became the person I had needed most. The wound wasn’t love. Healing was the first thing that Didn’t ask me to bleed. The monster I feared Was a child behind a mask Begging to be held Trauma wrote my past I refused to give it the Pen for chapter two

I’ve never followed fashio trends as such but I care very much about what I wear, in that it has to be things that I love! I especially like vintage and hand me down pieces, as they are often original and you don’t see many people wearing the same stuff 😍

Is Vastu still a common practice in Indian? Do most people use it when they move into a new home? Would love to hear more about it 🙏

Heyyy 🤩 looking forward to learning more about this Fashion Circle!

My Quilt Number by Colour app 🥰

Trauma is not the whole story. Trauma may explain where you started, but it doesn’t have to decide where you’re going. You become the author of your own life one small choice at a time: 📖 Write the story instead of reliving it. 🧠 Get curious about your patterns instead of judging them. 🌱 Do one thing each day that your future self will thank you for. 💜 Speak to yourself the way you would speak to a scared child. 🫂 Let safe people witness the real you. 🔥 Feel your emotions instead of carrying them forever. 🌿 Rest without believing you have to earn it. 🦋 Try something that reminds you who you are beyond survival. ✨ Remember: your survival strategies wrote one chapter. You get to write the rest.

Trauma isn’t pathology. It’s survival intelligence. Your nervous system did exactly what it was designed to do: keep you alive. Dissociation lets you endure the unbearable when there is no escape. Hypervigilance scans for danger before it arrives. People-pleasing can reduce the risk of violence when someone else holds all the power. Becoming exquisitely sensitive to other people’s moods isn’t weakness—it’s a survival skill when your safety depends on reading the room. These responses weren’t random. They were adaptive. The tragedy is that the strategies that once saved your life can keep showing up long after the danger is gone. That doesn’t mean you’re broken. It means your nervous system learned its job very well. You are not the sick one. The abuse was the sickness. The violence was the sickness. The neglect was the sickness. Your symptoms are the evidence that your mind and body fought to survive. Healing isn’t about erasing those survival strategies. It’s about gently teaching your nervous system that it doesn’t have to fight so hard anymore.

Eventually finishes this as had some breaks from it as it’s been really hot to Colour in!! Wish I was on this horse back and fly away far away as feeling ☹️😤😡😢😴

For most of my life, I didn’t realize there was a space between what I felt and what I did. Something would trigger me, and before I even knew what was happening, I was already spiraling, shutting down, people-pleasing, lashing out, or acting on an urge. It all felt automatic. Healing didn’t magically erase those patterns. But it did introduce me to a part of myself I call the Observer. It’s the quiet awareness that notices what’s happening without immediately getting swept away by it. Now, sometimes I catch myself mid-pattern. I notice the racing thoughts. The tightening in my chest. The familiar story my mind is starting to tell. I don’t always make the perfect choice, but I make it more often than I used to because I remember to pause. That pause has changed everything. It’s where I remember who I want to be instead of just repeating who trauma taught me to become. There is power in the pause.

For a long time, I thought healing meant becoming more positive, more peaceful, more “put together.” My healing didn’t begin when I stopped struggling. It began when I stopped running. I’ve sat with my fear, my grief, my rage, my shame, and the parts of me I wanted to exile. Not to let them take over—but to understand what they were trying to protect. The more honestly I’ve faced my shadow, the less it has controlled my life. That’s what healing has looked like for me: not becoming perfect, but becoming whole.