Journal

The first person we trust is rarely someone we choose. They arrive before language, before judgment, before we understand what it means to be safe or unsafe. They are simply there—steady, familiar, woven into our earliest sense of the world. They are the first voice we recognize, the…

For a long time, this dream lived safely inside me. It was something I carried quietly—shaped by years of reflection, survival, and learning what it actually means to feel safe in the world. In that quiet space, the dream didn’t require timelines or explanations. It didn’t ask me…

Healing was never meant to be solitary. We were meant to find one another, to build safety together, and to remember what it feels like to belong. But as the work evolved, I began to realize that Riveted Hearts was only part of the truth. Every time I…

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