Princess

Joined November 2025

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A woman rebuilding herself piece by piece. I write the truth, the raw, unfiltered kind that comes from late-night thoughts and quiet tears. My words speak for the ones still learning how to heal out loud.

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I’m Breaking and They Don’t Even Know It
Motherhood isn’t always pretty. It’s not always gentle or peaceful. Sometimes it’s survival, pure survival. You wake up with your mind already racing, your chest tight, your thoughts heavy. You don’t get the luxury of breaking down because there are little eyes watching, waiting on you to show them everything’s okay, even when it’s not.
By Princess2 months ago in Humans
You Can’t Heal in a Space That Mocks Pain
I’m tired of feeling like I have to apologize for being alive. Tired of being told I’m too emotional when all I’m doing is feeling. Tired of swallowing the things that hurt because everyone around me thinks feelings are inconvenient. Like they’re a problem, a fault, a glitch in your system that needs fixing instead of understanding. And what’s worse, it’s not just strangers. It’s friends, family, coworkers, people you would think should see you, really see you, and just let you be. But no. You cry, you’re dramatic. You vent, you’re ungrateful. You rage, you’re unstable. You’re a problem simply for existing fully.
By Princess3 months ago in Humans
A Moment of Silence
Let’s have a moment of silence for the ones who didn’t see it all the way through. For the ones who tried, who fought quietly, who smiled through the pain even when it got too heavy.
By Princess3 months ago in Humans
I Need a Breakthrough, God
I need a breakthrough, God. Not tomorrow. Not next week. I need it now. Because I’m tired, tired in a way that sleep can’t fix. Tired in my bones, tired in my spirit, tired of pretending like I’m not falling apart. I’ve been holding on to faith, even when it feels like it’s slipping right through my fingers.
By Princess3 months ago in Humans
When the House Gets Quiet
When the house finally settles and everything slows down, that’s when the noise inside me starts to rise. All day I move without thinking, cleaning, cooking, checking homework, making sure everyone’s okay. I stay busy enough to keep my mind quiet. But when the lights dim and the world goes still, the silence starts talking back.
By Princess3 months ago in Humans

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I’m Breaking and They Don’t Even Know It

You Can’t Heal in a Space That Mocks Pain

A Moment of Silence

I Need a Breakthrough, God

When the House Gets Quiet

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