What was your favorite subject in school?
It wasn’t just a class — it was a language that understood me before I understood myself.
While others learned equations and timelines, I learned that words could hold both ache and beauty.
English was never about grammar for me — it was about translation.
Taking something unspoken, something trembling and private,
and turning it into something the world could read.
That was where healing began —
between margins and metaphors,
between stories that sounded nothing like mine but somehow felt exactly the same.
Writing didn’t teach me how to escape my emotions.
It taught me how to stay with them long enough to make sense of who I was becoming.
🕯 Some subjects teach you facts.
Others teach you how to return home to yourself.
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 