Hitting rock bottom does not always arrive with noise or dramatic collapse; sometimes it unfolds slowly, like a quiet erosion that leaves everything feeling unstable long before it visibly breaks. At thirty-four weeks pregnant, I found myself living inside that kind of silence. My partner had left weeks earlier, and the absence felt heavier than any argument or explanation could have been. The house had become too quiet, almost echoing. Every room… CONTINUE READING…
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