Jun 19, 2025
I’m not here to inspire you.
I’m here to survive myself.
And sometimes that means writing shit I wish I never had to live through in the first place.
This ain’t some soft-ass “healing journey.”
This is the aftermath.
The nights I stared at the wall and didn’t cry ‘cause crying felt like a luxury.
The betrayal that didn’t just break me — it turned me feral.
I stopped trying to be digestible.
This is where I drop the weight mid-sentence.
Where I let the rot have its say.
Where I don’t explain the blood in my mouth or the silence in my chest.
If you’re reading this, no you’re not too much.
You’re just leaking truth in a world that would rather you shut up and smile.
I’m not healing.
I’m not whole.
But I’m loud about it now.
Welcome to Ashes in My Mouth.