Category: Prose

Everybody writes … anything … from notes to self (or selves) to diary entries, to … whatever inspires us

  • In the beginning …

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    A poetic and emotional story of Lux’s journey from the stars to the womb and into the world, exploring early trauma, spiritual protection, and the birth of Maxie — an Indigo Child held by a dark angel.

    A cloaked, shadowy protector cradles a glowing cloud-child in a vibrant nebula
  • Made of Love, Forged by Hate

    A reflection on surviving chronic trauma and the complicated legacy of abusers. Shade explores the duality of despair and hope, light and darkness — and how the Fam honours all parts of themselves in the journey toward healing.

    A glowing child with angel wings dances hand-in-hand with a shadowy, ghost-like figure in a dark, magical forest. The scene is lit from behind, creating a stark contrast between light and dark.
  • Answering questions on anger and rage

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    Anger and rage are experienced very differently by different members of a Collective. Here Teo, a child “alter” shares their perspective.

    A terrified young boy screams while clutching his shirt, with a monstrous shadowy figure roaring behind him amidst swirling fog.
  • Navigating Community as a Plural: Lessons, Challenges, and Hopes

    Navigating community as a plural brings unique challenges, lessons, and moments of hope. In this deeply personal piece, The Fam shares their journey of finding connection, healing, and balance while exploring the complexities of survivor spaces, empathy, and self-discovery

    A young, scruffy child with brown hair and large, sorrowful hazel eyes sits amidst the rubble of a post-apocalyptic site. They are surrounded by crumbling buildings, wearing tattered, dirt-streaked clothing. The muted grey atmosphere emphasizes their vulnerability and loneliness.
  • Breaking the Silence on CSA and Conversion Therapy

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    CSA and conversion therapy are two of the most devastating traumas a person can face. In this post, we break the silence and explore the lasting impact of enduring both, while shedding light on the resilience it takes to survive.

    A sorrowful child in a tattered hooded cloak stands barefoot inside a rusted birdcage, surrounded by skulls, pumpkins, and gravestones under pouring rain.

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