At four, I wore my mother’s clothes.
At six, I learned to hide.
Mum’s Shoes — Part 1 of my story.
A childhood of small freedoms, laughter that hurt, and learning to become invisible.
anastasianorel.substack.com/p/mums-shoes
#Memoir #Identity #PersonalWriting
For a long time, this part of my life existed only in private thoughts, late-night notes, and things I was too afraid to say aloud.
I’ve finally started writing it down.
This is the beginning.
#Memoir #Identity #PersonalWriting
This is where I begin.
I write as Anastasia Norel about the parts of my life I kept hidden for years — identity, memory, silence, and becoming myself.
Read: anastasianorel.substack.com
@jamela-real.bsky.socialHome is in the Heart: When You’ve Been Away for Far Too Long
Being away for many years can change our understanding of home. This reflection explores memory, belonging, and the emotional meaning
www.mayabutalid.com/home-is-in-t...
#HomeIsInTheHeart #LifeAbroad #HomeAndBelonging #PersonalWriting
@rebelliousbookworm.bsky.social"Sometimes, people know exactly what they did wrong and how much they hurt you, and still do not feel sorry at all."
#family #trauma #lessons #lifelessons #personalwriting fizzayounis.medium.com/lessons-my-d...
@scottfitz316.bsky.socialI've spent a lot of my life feeling like I should be doing & achieving more.
But maybe being average isn't the same as being insignificant.
The Strange Comfort of Being Average