Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo
Where the quiet woman writes dangerously.
When he touches you,
it isn’t possession.
It’s recognition.
His hands learn your fault lines
like they were written for him—
like your body was a language
he already knew how to speak.
And you—
tired of being unheld,
tired of being unseen—
let him.
Not because you’re giving up.
But because surrender, with him,
feels like breathing.
About Samantha Kamstra I’m a mom, wife, and storyteller writing about motherhood, marriage, and healing from childhood trauma — one honest reflection at a time. 🌿 Through love, self-awareness, and growth, I’m learning to break generational cycles and nurture myself along the way. 💕 This space is for every woman walking her own path toward healing and wholeness — a reminder that you are not alone, and that every small act of love and awareness is part of your becoming. ✨ Healing, growing, and loving — one day, one choice, one breath at a time. View more posts
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo