For years, I've heard people tell me: "I can't even imagine."

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At first, that was comforting—validation that what I had been through was beyond words. But at some point, I didn’t just want validation. I wanted understanding. I wanted to see examples of people who had struggled and bounced back. I wanted a place where I could talk about the absurd, funny moments that happened in the middle of chaos. I wanted to share my story—not just about what I lost, but about what I survived.

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But that “makes people uncomfortable.”

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After all, it’s not bar talk. It’s not work talk. It’s not dinner talk.

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"It's depressing."

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It's my life.

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I may not always be proud of where I am, but I am proud of where I've come from. And I want to talk about it. We deserve to talk about it.

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So, this is a space where you, anonymously, get to tell people (who want to hear) what you survived, what you endured, and what you've done to get here. Whatever it was that rocked you to your core and reshaped your world—your story matters. And this is a place to share it.

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You're in good company.