Inspired by the Ace of Swords from the Dark Wood Tarot 

It didn’t shatter.
Not right away.

It started as a quiet fracture—like tension in the air before a storm, like glass flexing under pressure.
T...

Wellness wasn’t born from beauty for me.
It wasn’t soft. Or quiet. Or carefully curated.

It was jagged.
Ripped from trauma.
Smelted in grief.
Shattered again before it could take shape.

I didn’t hea...