From the Wound
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These are my diarised series of ‘thought notes’ that I Whatsapp’d to myself from August 2025 -January 2026, (a blogging hiatus lasting 5 months). Sometimes a one liner. Sometimes an essay. All raw, unabated truth. Any similiarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental… 10 September 2025 I had a dream last night that… Read more
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I actually sat down to write something else but it seems from those words, this one began to emerge organically as an off shoot, and spontaneously gained a momentum of its own. I often write like this when a feeling tugs at me and begs for my undivided attention. It’s the inner child in me… Read more
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From August 2025 to January 2026, the author reflects on their emotional journey through a series of hopeful yet painful experiences. They recount the shattered expectations surrounding family reunions, particularly after their mother’s health crisis, resulting in feelings of isolation and regret. The narrative emphasises the need to reconnect with lost childhood aspirations for justice… Read more
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I write these words from inside the wound and I don’t really care how it sounds. I’ve been off kilter for the last seven days and ‘not all there’, in a disassociated stupor. I even managed to ‘steal’ a book from a charity shop a few days ago. Unwittingly of course. I picked it up,… Read more
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(continued from part 1) After the unholy trinity left, Mum and I were alone, isolated and the hunted. Completely cut off and ostracised by any family we had, (she was the divorced black sheep of the family and we literally had no support for anywhere- no hyperbole), under duress I learned that I had to… Read more
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I’m not sure when I actually left my body – whether it was the racially abused 7 year old or the abruptly abandoned, devastated and heart-broken 14 year old living in fear. All I know is that somewhere along the line, I’d abandoned myself completely. From 14 onwards, I was emotionally and spiritually broken and… Read more
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I’ve been wondering lately: is there a gift in my childhood trauma? Is there something beautiful in the bad, some sort of meaning that I need to find? Is there something to learn from my painful experiences to help me live differently, to mould and shape my life and make better choices? The questions arose… Read more
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….a continuation (there’s too much to say…) The unholy trinity abandoned us knowing all of the dangers, without any warning, without a conversation; devoid of an explanation, without a care in the world. They were like sisters to me. I’d grown up with them from a baby. They were all I knew and I loved… Read more
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I originally started this post on Sunday; it’s now Friday. In fact, I wrote it and published it in one fell swoop on Sunday night. But after I published there was a distinct uncomfortable feeling within me, a disjointedness, an awkwardness, a strange feeling of deep shame surrounding what I’d written. I don’t know why… Read more
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I’ve just read one of my previous posts Solace is Golden, and I know I’ve regressed. For the past 3 weeks since I re-surfaced to share my healing, I’ve not been able to cope with my emotions. I haven’t written in recent weeks as the emotional overload has left me feeling deflated and depressed with… Read more