“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” –Maya Angelou

My Interpretation: Wren taught me that being soft does not mean being weak. That love can look like leftovers & shared grief. That healing sometimes shows up on your couch in fuzzy socks with no explanation & stays. That sitting in silence & staring at a wall is perfectly okay – but you also need to talk about the things that went through your mind to be able to process your emotions & let them go.

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🐺 Wren

My co-mother in this storm.
Not by blood but by bond, by spirit, by choice.
We held each other together when the world wanted to see us fall apart.

Wren & I did not meet in some grand, cinematic moment.
I helped train her at the institution.
She lived ten minutes from my house, give or take.
She is vibrant – where I was tired.
Open – where I was guarded.
& still, somehow, she sees me. Accepted me. Sticks around.

We did not plan this.
Did not know we were walking straight into each other’s hearts.
But we did.
& once we were there – we never let go.

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🧭 Throughout The Journey

We mother loud.
Messy.
Moon-kissed.
We cry on couches, walk through each other’s bad days, share fries & silence & whatever the hell else we have got left to give.
She has always been consistent. Even when other people tried to wedge their way between us.

One person almost did.
She is not on this list. She might be one day.
But the damage she caused did not last – because soul ties do not snap that easily.

Wren has dealt with depression most of her life.
Confidence struggles. Men who dimmed her light.
But now? She puts her worth on herself.
Maybe a little on me, too – but we have always balanced each other like that.

She does not just “check in.”
She knows when I’m spiraling.
Even when I’m silent.
Especially then.

She does not even realize how much she knows –
but she does.
Because I never had to tell her everything.
She just felt it.

She is a wolf.
A healer.
An emotional powerhouse who reads the room, holds it all, and still offers a hand.

& because of her, I do not suffer in silence anymore.
Because of her – I do not have to.

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🌙 The Tattoo

“Raised by storms, forged in chaos – Mothers by fire, our sons kissed by moonlight.
We run with ghosts who learned to stay soft.
Stay wild.”
– Our tattoo.

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🤌🏼 Thank You Homie

I do not say it enough –

Thank you homie, thank you so much for all you do.

Thank you for becoming a reader when I know it is due to having to due to me specifically & another form of bonding.

Thank you for always taking Rowan’s clothes & not making me deal with wtf I am going to do with them when he grows out of them – it truly is one less stressor on me.

Thank you for never judging me if I over cook, forget an ingredient, ask for anything – you always & I mean always just swoop in.

Xoxo ♡