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The Day I Realized I Didn’t Want to Escape Myself Anymore
I woke up feeling it before I could explain it. Something in me had shifted overnight, like a lock inside my chest had quietly clicked open. The air felt different. Not lighter exactly—just clearer. Like my nervous system had stopped arguing with itself for a moment long enough for me to hear my own thoughts…
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The wound, the gift, and the voice.
My Journey & the wounded healer. To understand the gift I carry, I must first walk through the garden of my greatest pain. In the ancient maps of the sky, Chiron is known as the Wounded Healer. He was a centaur struck by a poisoned arrow who could not heal himself, yet he became the…