Apr 29, 2025
You’ve done the underground work. You’ve sat in the dark. You’ve read every line of your grief and memorized the footnotes. Now, the elevator is rising. And with it, your story.
It’s tempting to hold it in, to protect the power you’ve found. But expression isn’t exposure. This isn’t confession for confession’s sake. It’s liberation. The truth leaves the diary and walks into the room. Let it.
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