Entry 03: If My Body Could Speak BackTranslation / Aftermath I don’t really wake up. Not all at once. It’s more like I get pulled back into my body in pieces. One part of me is already here. Another part is still gone somewhere I can’t reach. And I can feel the gap before I …
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Part II — If My Pain Had a Physical Form
Entry 02: It Learns My ShapeManifestation / Confrontation It doesn’t start like something arriving. It starts like something I was already inside of before I realized I was awake. That’s the part I hate most. The noticing after. My body always knows first. Before I do. Before I can name anything. There’s this shift—small, almost …
Part I — What My Mind Sounds Like at 3AM
Entry 01: 3:07AMWhat My Mind Sounds Like at 3AM I wake up before anything has the chance to. No sound.No light.No reason that makes sense. Just a feeling—already there.Waiting. It starts as pressure.Not outside. Inside.Behind my eyes. Under my ribs. In places that don’t have names until something goes wrong. I don’t move. If I …
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