white-scar
There are no characters for me to hide behind in these pages. No fictional world to disappear into. No villain I can blame for the things that hurt.
This time, it is just me.
These are the thoughts I swallowed because saying them out loud felt too dangerous. The confessions I buried beneath I'm fine. The anger I was taught to feel guilty for. The apologies I owe to the girl I used to be. The questions I still do not have answers to.
Somewhere between these pages, you may dislike me.
You may think I was selfish. A liar. A sinner. A coward. You may find pieces of me that are difficult to understand.
That is okay.
I am still trying to understand them too.
This book is me finally saying all the things I was too afraid to say when they mattered.
It is filled with poems, unfinished thoughts, confessions, memories, letters to my younger self, and conversations with versions of me that I spent years trying to bury.
I cannot promise you a story about someone who healed perfectly.
I can only give you the truth about someone who is still trying.
And maybe, somewhere between my words, you will recognize a little bit of yourself.
Maybe you have things you were too scared to say too.
Maybe there is a younger version of you still waiting for an apology.
Maybe you are tired of carrying everything quietly.
If you are, come sit beside me.
You do not have to explain your pain here.
You do not have to make it beautiful.
You do not even have to be ready to heal.
Just bring whatever has been weighing on your heart.
Lay your burden beside mine.
Poems, Confessions, and Letters From a Tired Heart.