I sense we are fellow travelers, the paths may have wound down different roads but your words speak to a place inside that my soul knows. I look forward to your work.
Debs my friend, I already know this is going to be something really special. There’s so much truth and quiet bravery in just the way you’ve introduced it. “Wound by wound”, that line alone stopped me. It says everything about what it means to carry a story like this.
The way you described this space as softer, safer, and more your own. I felt that. I completely understand why you’re sharing it piece by piece, in your own time and your own way. That choice in itself is powerful.
I’ll be here, reading every line you share. Thank you for trusting us with this. This might not be a “pretty” story, but it’s one so many of us need. So much love and respect to you as you tell it. ❤️🩹✨
I sense we are fellow travelers, the paths may have wound down different roads but your words speak to a place inside that my soul knows. I look forward to your work.
Thank you for being here Charlotte. I’m so grateful our paths found each other here.💕
Same🌻
This is strong, and a brilliant idea to continue weekly. Beautiful, Debra.
Thank you 💕
Simply beautifully written
Thank you Debbie 💕
Debs my friend, I already know this is going to be something really special. There’s so much truth and quiet bravery in just the way you’ve introduced it. “Wound by wound”, that line alone stopped me. It says everything about what it means to carry a story like this.
The way you described this space as softer, safer, and more your own. I felt that. I completely understand why you’re sharing it piece by piece, in your own time and your own way. That choice in itself is powerful.
I’ll be here, reading every line you share. Thank you for trusting us with this. This might not be a “pretty” story, but it’s one so many of us need. So much love and respect to you as you tell it. ❤️🩹✨
Thanks so much Saira! ❤️🩹
My pleasure! 🥰❤️❤️🩹🫶🏻
Sorry I saw your post late. I was asleep when it went live ❤️🥰
I'm here for your story, Debra 🤍🤍
This is a story about growing up with a hunger that never got fed.
About love that hurt more than it healed.
About learning to survive the kind of pain
you don’t always have words for.
WOW can we all relate to this
Bravo, Debra.
I'm looking forward to reading more of your work.
Thanks Robert 💕
I think this drizzle drip release is perfect for the heavy stuff you want to heal you.
I’m in
Thanks Antony!