The Body Grief Journal

A reflection on survival, hypervigilance, and the limits of hope when the world has never felt safe, and what it means to keep going anyway.

I wrote Beneath the Yellow Wallpaper a long time ago, when I was just beginning to trust my own mind again after being made to doubt it. This piece feels haunting to me now. It holds what it was like to live inside that confusion and control, and the quiet, stubborn knowing underneath it. Like The Yellow Wallpaper, it’s about finding the truth buried inside me and choosing to leave, even while parts of me kept running long after I was gone.

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