Dear The Person I Pretended Didn't Hurt Me, This letter has taken me longer to write than most. Not because I didn't know what to say. But because saying it out loud makes it real. For years, I mastered the art of minimizing. "It's not that serious." "I'm over it." "It doesn't bother me anymore." "I've moved on." The words sounded convincing. Sometimes they even convinced me. But healing has a funny way of exposing the things we've been hiding from ourselves. And

A “Letters Never Sent” Blog Series by Ra’Mone Marquis Pain does not automatically make someone cruel. But unhealed pain can absolutely make someone dangerous emotionally. Sometimes quietly. Sometimes unintentionally. Sometimes intentionally. And one of the hardest parts of healing is acknowledging the moments where our wounds became somebody else’s burden. This letter is about accountability. Dear The People I Bled On, There are apologies I never fully knew how to s

A “Letters Never Sent” Blog Series by Ra’Mone Marquis One of the hardest things to grieve is potential. Potential relationships. Potential closeness. Potential love. Potential support. Potential healing. Especially when your heart keeps hoping people will eventually become who you needed them to be. This letter is for the emotional exhaustion that comes from repeatedly hoping. Dear The People I Kept Hoping Would Choose Me, I spent a lot of years waiting. Waiting for consisten

Your inner thought patterns might surprise you. Research shows that the average frequency of inner speaking sits at just 23%, but the range is staggering: some people experience internal monolog 100% of the time, while others never have it at all. These mental patterns influence how we process experiences directly, which is why what inner monolog is and its meaning matter. But not all inner thoughts reflect present reality. Our internal dialog sometimes disguises past emotion