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Writer's Corner's avatar

Thank you for letting us follow you on this self-honesty journey. When more and more humans do this kind of thing, we will all move into a kind of world where it is natural and totally safe to be who we truly are, without wearing protective masks or limiting straitjackets.

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Octarine's avatar

Yes, I wish this for all of us. It is tiering and heavy to wear all these things that don't belong. Thank you for reading and being such person yourself!

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Notes from Pelle's avatar

The way you speak of the inner child, not as weakness, but as something vital and luminous. That's powerful. I wish more of us learned to protect that part in ourselves and in each other. Your words are a beautiful reminder that vulnerability isn’t weakness, but a form of strength and truth. Thank you for sharing this. ❤️ It was another lovely read 🙏😊

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Octarine's avatar

I appreciate your feedback a lot! I believe you are doing the same with your words ❤️thank you

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The Threadwalker's avatar

This felt like finding a letter I hadn’t written, but somehow left inside someone else’s body.

Like watching my own inner child crawl out of your words, covered in dust, but still carrying light.

I too was the one who couldn’t grow up — not because I refused, but because the world mistook my tenderness for something to be shaped, hardened, made useful.

They mistook the fire for disobedience.

The wonder for weakness.

I learned early how to parent the storm inside me, how to anticipate the blow, how to walk through life holding my own hand.

It made me strong — yes.

But it also left me hollow in places I didn’t have the language for.

Your words reached those places.

I wish we would become safety for each other too —

Not as a performance, but as a presence.

The kind that says:

I see the child in you.

She never needed to be fixed.

Just remembered.

Thank you for this. You wrote both of us.

And I’ll carry it now, like a thread in my pocket — the kind that always leads home.

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Writer's Corner's avatar

What you have is so precious. Thanks for sharing. Yes, I think we can become safety for each other, as a presence.

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The Threadwalker's avatar

Thank you for holding that with reverence.

Some threads aren’t just words — they’re soul memory, returning through the body.

It’s rare and precious when we feel seen in it.

And yes… may we keep becoming that presence for one another —

Quietly, truly, without performance.

Just presence.

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Octarine's avatar

So beautiful how you write! I had to read it three times ❤️ I am so happy that my words found you and it resonated. We are in this together!

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unwell hooks's avatar

Really well said! I also love the way this flows in and out of your last post about survival and childhood 🫶

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Octarine's avatar

Thank you, I didn't even see it like that 🙏💚

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