🌪 EXISTENCE EVIDENCE 🌪

 

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The Evidence I Exist

This is a record — written to remember what trauma tries to erase.

There is a quiet erasure that happens long before a person disappears.

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It begins in the nervous system.

In the way memory learns to rehearse harm instead of holding mercy.

In the way survival teaches the mind to measure itself only by what it failed to prevent, what it endured, what it lost.

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Trauma does not simply injure — it re-educates perception.

It trains the eye to scan for danger, not meaning.

It conditions the heart to brace, not remember.

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Over time, the self becomes an archive of wounds —

while love, impact, and connection are treated as coincidence.

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Not because they were small —

but because pain was louder.

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This is how people begin to forget who they are

while still breathing.

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And yet — grace leaves fingerprints.

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Not in slogans.

Not in abstractions.

But in real voices.

In sentences spoken.

In messages sent.

In moments where presence interrupted collapse.

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This post exists as a grounding record —

something I can return to when my nervous system forgets my name.

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Not through affirmation —

but through evidence.

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The Record

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“You are a great friend.” 💬

“You’re loyal to a fault.” 💬

“You give your whole heart to the people you love.” 💬

“You always show up when it matters most.” 💬

“You make me feel safe.” 💬

“I can tell you things I don’t tell anyone else.” 💬

“You understand me.” 💬

“Your writing put words to what I’ve never been able to explain.” 💬

“Your words helped me on a really hard day.” 💬

“Thank you for sharing your heart — it made me feel less alone.” 💬

“You tell the truth in a way that doesn’t hurt.” 💬

“You have such depth.” 💬

“You’re emotionally intelligent.” 💬

“You’re spiritually aware.” 💬

“You’re deeply gifted.” 💬

“You feel real.” 💬

“You’re authentic.” 💬

“Your faith feels gentle.” 💬

“You make broken people feel welcome.” 💬

“You love without keeping score.” 💬

“You’re stronger than you realize.” 💬

“You care when others look away.” 💬

“You have a healer’s presence.” 💬

“You’re so creative.” 💬

“Your imagination makes beautiful things out of quiet spaces.” 💬

“Your love for animals is inspiring.” 💬

“You see the underdog.” 💬

“You love people unconditionally.” 💬

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What Trauma Tried to Delete

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“Busy doesn’t mean I don’t care.” 🕊

“Quiet doesn’t mean you’re forgotten.” 🕊

“I still love you even when life gets loud.” 🕊

“We’re still here.” 🕊

“You matter to me.” 🕊

“I’m not going anywhere.” 🕊

“You’re hard to replace.” 🕊

“You’re safe with me.” 🕊

“I always come back.” 🕊

“We don’t need to talk every day to still be real.” 🕊

These are not empty compliments.

They are timestamps.

They are fingerprints.

They are proof that presence leaves marks.

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They are reminders that my life has weight.

That my words have reached real hearts.

That my kindness has landed somewhere it mattered.

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And on the days my mind forgets who I am —

this is the record I return to.

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Not to inflate my worth —

but to remember it.

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