Amidst loss and transformation, I found strength in the flight of a bird. Each morning, as the first light of dawn filtered through my window, I would sit by the oak tree, my sanctuary, my solace. Bird watching was always one of my favorite pastimes. From my perch, I observed the delicate dance of wings…
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Validation: The Invisible Band-Aid for Healing Unseen Wounds
I snubbed my finger and started crying. There wasn’t any cut or bruise, but I felt the pain. Tears started falling. There wasn’t anything that I could show for my pain. My mom didn’t even see anything happen. There was nothing to show her how badly I was hurt. But I told her, “Mommy, I…