Bruises Nobody can See

This is the kind of violence that hides in plain sight. The kind that changes everything but looks like nothing at all. Its memory put together in fragments, told by someone learning how to breathe again. This story isn't wrapped in resolution because healing doesn't happen in a straight line, and telling the story doesn't make it easier. But it gives us the chance to be heard.
Some parts may be difficult to read, please take care while you're here. This isn't for pity, it's for understanding, for release, for anyone who has ever felt like their pain had no place to land. Sometimes the story we never want to tell, are the ones that someone else desperately needs.