The truth about broadcasting your healing through writing.
Yesterday, I wrote about the past.
Each layer of emotional clothing I strip off feels more vulnerable than the last.
Writing for the public—unlike my private journal—is the opposite of strength training.
With lifting, the weight stays the same.
It’s your muscles that grow.
They adapt.
They harden.
But with writing, especially your own truths,
your courage may grow—
but so do the emotional stakes.
Each day, I find another buried trauma
in the graveyard of my emotional landscape.
The ghosts rise in the wind and whisper,
“Are you ready to be honest today?”
Weights don’t ask you that.
If you’re not ready to advance,
you can lift the same bar again.
You still get to call it progress.
But here?
Progress only means one thing:
digging deeper.
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