
lizlovesliterature
“I didn’t grow up safe. I grew up surviving.” My childhood wasn’t a storybook—it was survival. A locked room. A baby blanket wrapped around my dying dog. A sister forced to grow up too fast. A brother who sang me silly songs just to keep me from breaking. This isn’t just a memoir. It’s a reckoning. If you’ve ever loved someone who couldn’t protect you—if you’ve ever tried to heal the younger version of yourself while raising children of your own—you’ll find yourself in these pages. Something Like Safe is raw, real, and unapologetically honest. I’m not here to pretend it gets easy. I’m here to show you what it looks like when you keep going anyway. ️ For the ones still fighting. For the ones learning to call safety by name. This is for you. https://www.wattpad.com/story/396464773?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=lizlovesliterature