This space offers original reflections on healing, identity, and emotional restoration. Each post is crafted to help readers feel seen, soothed, and stirred. We explore trauma recovery, poetic writing, and the journey toward wholeness.
This space began as a whisper...
but it’s grown into a voice I no longer silence.
Welcome to where the truth burns bright
and the words don’t flinch.
—Elowen
11/27/2025
There’s a kind of ache that lives inside contentment. A whisper that says: “this isn’t all.” Have you ever felt misplaced— ...
8/29/2025
July reminds me of what I almost forgot. Memory doesn’t knock gently. It breaks the door you forgot you locked. Y...
8/01/2025
Once, they fed me silence like obedience. Sweetened it with survival. Told me I’d be safe if I stayed small. But the...
Letter from the Ash, No. II A Stirring in the Smoke “They thought the quiet meant she had disappeared. But it was he...
7/25/2025
I used to believe healing was something you eased into. Soft as breath. Quiet as dusk. But healing doesn’t ask for silen...
7/19/2025
After reading the pieces, he asked: Who are you? Me?, I said. I'm just a girl. No, really. Who are you? I shrugged. I...
7/11/2025
When a pixie loses her wing, it’s not because of the wind or the rain. It’s from the pain caused by those she loves...
7/07/2025
I have been asked to write you a goodbye to close a chapter that you tried to close yourself—the day you left this world, and before mi...
7/04/2025
I Never Let Go, I Just Forgot to Remember Grief didn’t fade. It changed shape—and took me with it. This piece holds a kind ...
6/30/2025
This isn’t a story. It’s a flicker from the ash. A whisper from the quiet wild. A letter that remembers what the fire tried to ...
Letter from the Ash, No. I Written beneath a crown of smoke and stillness “Silence is not cold. No, it is fire. And ...
6/28/2025
You weren’t lightning. You were roots.” —Elowen This isn’t a love letter. It’s a recollection spell. The retelling...
6/25/2025
“This isn’t about being healed. It’s about being honest.” —Elowen There are parts of me I was taught—or gui...
6/20/2025
1. The Silence They Taught Me Growing up, long before shame learned my name, I was taught to fear it. Before I could even name it...
I didn’t always know how to name the intense feeling that lived within me, with me—the ache. But I felt it—in t...
There are words that arrive quietly—unraveling like smoke, pulsing like memory. This post is for those words. It’s for the g...
6/19/2025
“Some silences are sacred. Others are just waiting to be broken.” —Elowen I miss you, old friend. I miss what we had—who w...
“I do not write to fill the silence. I write to name it.”
—Elowen