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The Witness and The Victim Live in the Same Body. Only One of Them Can Drive.
There are two voices inside every human being who has ever been hurt. The first voice is the one most people know intimately. It speaks in the language of injustice, of repetition, of the story told so many times it has worn grooves into the neural pathways of the mind like water carving a canyon over centuries. It knows every detail of what happened. Who said what. Who did what. Who failed to show up. Who left. Who stayed too long. Who took what was never theirs to take. Tha

Claudette Lyons
2 days ago7 min read
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This Is The Last Time: The Day You Finally Choose Yourself Over Your Pain
"This is the last time I hurt over this." There is a day that does not announce itself. It does not arrive with a dramatic moment or a loud revelation or a perfectly timed sign from the universe. It arrives quietly. Almost without ceremony. In an ordinary moment, maybe in the car, maybe in the shower, maybe at three in the morning staring at a ceiling that has witnessed too many of your silent conversations with yourself. And in that moment something inside you shifts. Not br

Claudette Lyons
5 days ago4 min read
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