What you did was one loss. What you never did was another. A poem about betrayal, absence, reciprocity, and the clarity of finally protecting what is present.
I spent years adapting to a world I did not fit into without understanding how much of that effort was rooted in compromised equilibrium. Vestibular migraine gave me a new lens for balance, reputation, grief, and…
Another person’s story can stir grief, memory, fear or longing without making them responsible for what it activated. A reflection and four-step practice for holding compassion and boundaries at the same time.
