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Introduction There’s a difference between being broken and being unseen . Between being damaged and being unheld . I used to think I was...

I was the sweet, quiet girl—adjusted, strong, functioning. But deep inside me, a small child was crying out for something very simple: security. Not love, not success—but the feeling, "I'm safe here." In Angola, there was warmth, beach, freedom. In Germany, I was followed by coldness, duty, and silence. Today I know: I am the one my inner child has been waiting for. And I'm finally giving her what she's needed for so long.