The Lover is not only about romance. She is the pulse of eros itself the life-force that longs for union.
The wounded child is not an error in the system. She is the compass.
How the soil of my childhood once marked by abuse has become the ground where others now come to heal.
But the greater cost is carried by the body, the soul, and the generations that follow. This is what happened when I finally chose to break the pattern.
There’s a version of my life I used to present to the world. I had a degree. A house. A good job. I ticked all the boxes that were meant to mean “you’re doing well.” But behind closed doors, I was drowning.