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You Can See Her and Still Need More A note before we begin: this is for daughters of emotionally unavailable mothers who loved them imperfectly. If your mother’s harm was something else:  colder, more deliberate, more cruel, this isn’t the post for you today. That post is coming. You deserve…

You didn’t start the argument (this time) You weren’t even the one who brought it up. Someone posted something. Someone else responded wrong. A read receipt got noticed. Your auntie the one who takes everything personally and has the memory of an elephant took it personally. A cousin said something…

 If you’ve been moving through these days feeling heavier than usual not dramatic, not falling apart, just… heavy. You are not imagining it. This is the kind of tired that doesn’t disappear with sleep. The kind that sits in your chest, your shoulders, your jaw. The kind that shows up…

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