Kendra Jaymes
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I write the things most people keep quiet about healing, heartbreak, growth, and survival. These are my journals, shared openly.
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I Learned to Read Rooms Before I Learned to Read Books. Content Warning.
I learned to read rooms before I learned to read books, and that might be the truest thing about my childhood. Watching my older biological sister succeed in school and bring home all the accolades was one thing, but I was the only child who did not really shine academically. My younger sisters both did so well. One was even set to go to Washington, D.C. on a full scholarship, and my youngest sibling is absolutely brilliant. They are nonbinary, and honestly they are the only one I still speak with. It is nice to have that connection with them.
By Kendra Jaymes4 months ago in Journal
You Were Born This Way
“You called her broken since the day she was born, but she was never really broken until you broke her.” – Kendra Jaymes Picture this you were brought into this world. A perfect baby, no damage no trauma. Just an innocent pink cheek human. You would cry as a baby, and toddler as nearly 100% of babies and toddlers do. You would touch counter tops, windows and doors with sticky fingers, climb on counter tops to try reach the good snacks. You would play with your barbies, stuffed animals and imaginary friend. You would fall down riding your bike and scrap your knee, cry. You would read books with a flash light under your blanket or play your Gameboy quietly at night. You would build forts, make magic potions in the backyard. And let’s not forget those Red Georgia clay mud pies. You would play in the woods, come home dirty and covered in mud and wash off with the water hose.
By Kendra Jaymes4 months ago in Humans
