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Evidence of Joy

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Gwen

The message arrived without warning. No dramatic knock. No announcement. Just a soft vibration against the nightstand while I stared at the ceiling, counting breaths the way Dr. Weston had taught me.

I did not reach for my phone immediately.

I have learned caution in this house. Every message here carried weight, like another reminder that I was fragile, needing to be monitored and managed.

My mother’s gentle concern. My brothers’ patronizing che
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