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Inheritance
by MissT You gave me your eyesbut not your vision.Your voice,but only to silence mine. I was raised on tension,tiptoes,and the art of staying small.You taught me how to shrinkbefore I ever learned to shine. You called it discipline.I know now it was projection. Still, I took what you couldn’t giveand gave it to myself.Kindness.Boundaries.A…
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Level Up
When You Level Upby MissT When you level up,your old life will come calling.It’ll knock in familiar tones —voices you once cried for,hands that hurt,memories dressed up as love. It’ll whisper:“Come back. We miss you. It wasn’t that bad, was it?” But don’t go back. You’ve already answered those calls before.You’ve played the peacekeeper.You’ve broken…
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🧠 When the Chaos Had a Name
By MissT I thought I was just messy.Disorganised. Emotional. A magnet for disaster.I thought I was just shit with money, hopeless with routines, and too forgiving with men who didn’t deserve me. Turns out, it was ADHD.Undiagnosed. Unacknowledged. Unspoken. Not a character flaw.Not bad decisions.Not “just how I am.” ADHD — the quiet thief of…
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from ashes to author
From the Ashes to the Author: How I Rebuilt a Life Worth Livingby MissT There was a time I couldn’t see the light. Not because I didn’t want to—but because the darkness around me was too thick, too loud, too bloody persistent. I was surviving, barely. Holding families together, patching broken men, bending myself into…
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Hot Wheels and Home Truths
By MissT Just back from a flying visit to Northampton — and by flying, I mean crawling down the M5 in 33 degrees with the air con gasping like it had given up on life. Went to see Julie. Only stayed the night. It was one of those whirlwind visits where you talk fast, laugh…
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life plan
So. I never had a life plan.Never knew which way was up or down.Left from right. Right from wrong.Just kept going. Surviving. And now — five decades in — is this it?Is this what peace feels like?Single.Safe.Still. I was terrified to face it. Thought I needed someone to hold me up, catch me when I…
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Reset
by MissT I don’t keep soft for the wrong hands,don’t fold my edges to fit.I’ve earned this quiet — this clearing where peace, not pity, sits. I don’t chase echoes anymore,don’t knock on doors that stayed shut.I’ve learned to light candles in silenceand pour wine for one — uncut. I’m not waiting on the message,not…
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Ronnie Roo
Today was fun with Ronnie. 27 degrees here in Wales. So out came the hose pipe. He was fascinated with the water going up in the air and decided to wash my windows, my car and of course me¡ I don’t know who was more tired this afternoon me or him. precious boy 👦 xx
