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They forgot me when I could no longer pour into them. They moved on while I fought silently. But I’m still here. Still healing. Still writing. I’m sharing my truth —RAW unfiltered, and honest. Read my latest post on Renee Reflections 💛

They forgot me when I could no longer pour into them. They moved on while I fought silently. But I’m still here. Still healing. Still writing. I’m sharing my truth — raw, unfiltered, and honest. Read my latest post on Renee Reflections 💛

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I haven’t posted on here yet.

But today felt like the right kind of quiet to begin.

My shift got canceled.

I should’ve panicked — rent, bills, everything in between — but instead I exhaled.

My body wasn’t ready. My mind was exhausted. And honestly, the pain was already screaming before I even put my shoes on.

Phantom smells. Dizziness. The pressure in my head.

I laid down to push through anyway — and woke up to a text that said “shift canceled.”

I didn’t know whether to cry from fear or relief.

But what I do know? Maybe this was grace in disguise.

I’m trying.

A single mom. A woman healing. A soul that’s fighting to rise without the world seeing me fall.

I’ve neglected myself. I’m learning how to pour back into me.

If you’re reading this — you’re not alone. This is my first post. But it won’t be my last.