Mental Health
The Ground does not deserve you
There are places you return to out of habit, not belonging. Rooms that once held you because you didn’t yet know you had the right to leave. People who mistook your endurance for agreement, your silence for consent, your presence for loyalty. Coming back to the ground with clarity means seeing all of it without the old fog softening the edges. You stand in the doorway of your own life and realize that some of the ground you’ve been walking on was never meant to hold your weight.
By Elisa Wontorcik17 days ago in Poets
The First Wingbeat
The moment before flight is always quieter than anyone expects. It doesn’t arrive with revelation or thunder or some cinematic surge of certainty. It comes as a tremor—small, internal, almost private. A shift in the body before the mind has language for it. A recognition that something in you has already decided, long before you admit it out loud. The first wingbeat is not motion. It is permission.
By Elisa Wontorcik17 days ago in Poets
The Ground that doesn’t deserve you
There are places you return to out of habit, not belonging. Rooms that once held you because you didn’t yet know you had the right to leave. People who mistook your endurance for agreement, your silence for consent, your presence for loyalty. Coming back to the ground with clarity means seeing all of it without the old fog softening the edges. You stand in the doorway of your own life and realize that some of the ground you’ve been walking on was never meant to hold your weight.
By Elisa Wontorcik17 days ago in Poets
The Grace of Reciprocity
The only unspoken understanding now is this: if you ignore me, I absolutely won't bother you. This isn't about being competitive or indifferent; it's about acknowledging the most basic truth of adulthood: relationships must be mutual, not sustained by stubbornness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing17 days ago in Poets
