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
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 ...
“I do not write to fill the silence. I write to name it.”
—Elowen