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Chapter 3 Rising Tide

Word Count: 1080    |    Released on: 20/02/2024

es, unrelenting in cheerful positivity. CLINING DIY PROJECTS, LAUGH YOUR WAY TO BETTER HEALTH and HOW TRAUMA SHAPES US

lls seemed closer than the waiting area's edges, air thinner than within woodlands' restorati

s blood rushed deafeningly. Clutching the receptionist's desk till white knuckled calme

all vestiges of stubborn will just set foot past that simple portal separating her from suppressed fragments rising once more to break her like before. But some poiso

sk, extending a hand patched lightly with age

at - you're quite safe here." Her lilting

photographs of grandchildren smiling atop cabinets, vintage books crowding

long fended off crept from blind alleys of memory into harsh relief. K

to wake sore and frightened..." Her voice trailed off amid private tortures resurfacing with a visceral vengeance, lacerated wounds stripped bare once more under clinical light yet somehow beginning, finally, to see day. Josephin

cute specificity in a relentlessly vivid loop. She wandered streets aimlessly, bruised pas

ch caress held potential to sting like the one dealt next, each gentle word masked barbs in waiting

on dripped salt into open sores, carving grooves heralding future storms shelter could scarce keep at bay., Josephine lay awake nig

remains inviolable against past wrongs' return. Each shadowed corner spawned imaginings too rea

es for sunlight's return, painting bleakest scenarios where no balm proved ant

Exorcising blackest memories proved catharsis enough those dark nights that thoughts strayed too readily to bleakest desperations if dawn dragged its heels too

hrough therapy's sieve. Fragments emerged blurrily: a cellar's dank musk, her father's looming shadow,

jigsaw centred now, clarity struck her marrow like lightning. Josephine reeled raw from new violation laid

ounds left to fester in solitude's swamp now flooded her anew, a third betrayal compounding compound fractures to selfhood's foundation. She retched bile tasting

ined just out of reach. On impulse she called Robert, craving comfort amid unrav

ries. Her ragged vulnerability met his stony reserve, affection mutated into something too alien for solac

olen innocence. Forgiving darkness its lessons, learning self-compassion's strength to weather future trials: these lay the sole routes past this labyrinth's depths toward light glimpse beyond shattered fragments' borders. Tomorrow another step awaited - but tonight,

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