solace amid chaos

living with the courage to keep a tender heart and a moral spine. reclaiming our peace—one honest breath at a time. INFJ-T • 1w2

[solaceamidchaos]

coming out of fight or flight

every thought;

an epiphany.

there are possibilities again.

[solaceamidchaos]

I Wasn't Abused: I Was Eight

My personality was too sharp to swallow. My name clanged through the mouths of well-meaning adults who read fear as attitude, deep grief as crocodile tears, and silence as defiance.

I feared authority like a hand already raised. I couldn’t say sorry for what I didn’t do. So I learned quiet.

Fierce in cheetah print, rehearsing comebacks to myself at the lunch table, alone— my fists were lectures I swallowed.

I was eight, and the silence already had weight.

Posting this for anyone who got labeled instead of listened to. If it speaks to your inner kid, a reblog helps it find its people.

[solaceamidchaos]

Memory limited by lack of presence We spent years missing moments that mattered I was deeply dissociative & you were blissfully baked Two individuals so deep inside our minds Together, we were not alone Together, we were lonely My insecure judgment, my fearful control confined you. But you intentionally broke promises to flee from feelings you wish you hadn't felt. Our souls met the end of their shared spark

[solaceamidchaos]

Turkey Tail and the forest floor.