Archive - Shadow Thoughts

Maybe the World is Just Fucked Up

You learned to stop bleeding by biting your own tongue off. Taught your face to be polite when your guts were screaming in code.

Aug 5 •

Taste Me Like You Mean It

I lick the juice before I suck. Let it stain my mouth like a secret I’m not done keeping. She presses herself against my lips and I don’t devour—I…

Aug 4 •

30-Day Inner Child Shadow Work Journal

A 30-day shadow work journal focused on healing your inner child and finally breaking emotional loops.

Aug 2 •

I Used to Fantasize About Crashing My Car

I didn’t want peace. I wanted a sanctioned breakdown. A full stop with no guilt stapled to it. Wanted someone to strap me down and say, “You don’t have…

Aug 1 •

July 2025

The Sound That Came After the Keys

I used to love it, that moment he came home. Before I knew better. Before I learned you could want someone back and still fear what walked in.

Jul 31 •

Built from the Parts You Tried to Kill

They call it aggression. They call it ego. They call it too much. As if they didn’t survive by keeping me less. I stopped bleeding on command. And…

Jul 30 •

Strong Enough to Drown Without Sound

So when I dropped, not suddenly, but slowly. In the quiet way things die when no one checks, they looked down like I betrayed them. Why didn’t you say…

Jul 29 •

Cannabis Was My Savior

So I rolled another. And another. Not because it fixed me—because it paused the war long enough to count the wounded and crawl forward.

Jul 28 •

The Cabinet Held Me Better Than He Did

This is what waiting looks like when no one comes. Not a tantrum. Not a question. Just a boy, a radio cabinet, and the silence that raised him.

Jul 25 •

This Email Is a Eulogy

They call it composure. I call it drowning in plain sight. Read this if you’ve ever answered an email with blood in your mouth.

Jul 21 •

30-Day People-Pleasing Shadow Work Journal

A fiercely honest Shadow Work Journal that challenges you to stop chasing validation, break your exhausting people-pleasing patterns, and reclaim the…

Jul 19 •

I Didn’t Cry, Not Because I Was Strong

They never asked why I didn’t cry. They just liked that I didn’t make a scene. This is what it looks like when silence gets mistaken for strength.

Jul 18 •

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