Roxy Wolf

Joined December 2020

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Hello! My pen-name for this is Roxy Wolf. Not using my real name due to personal reasons. One day that may change. This is part of my journey to healing & learning to use my voice. I hope this helps others know they're not alone.

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Fear
Fear. Such a small word but it carries so much power. It can be the difference between taking a chance and making a change or staying in the same ritualistic pattern your entire life. Fear has held me in its arms since I was a small child. Don’t speak. Don’t cry. Be silent and just let it happen. Fear. Fear kept me from calling out to my brother not even ten feet away. Fear kept me from telling my grandparents that I didn’t want to spend the night at my friend’s house. Fear kept me from telling my parents. Fear. It can be such an ugly thing. Fear kept me silent even after the man who’d made me afraid was in prison. Fear for those who I loved. Fear for not being believed. Fear of what had happened to be voiced out. Fear that it would become more real. Fear still holds me in its arms some nights. It rocks my trembling body and whispers terrors into my ears, still. Still, after all these years I have so much fear.
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Psyche
Pulmonary Embolism
The world is dark, shaking my vision is wavering I cannot breathe my chest won’t expand I cannot breathe I taste copper
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Poets
Panic Attack
Pins and needles dance across the space finding deep inside where the worry lays Fingers scratch and tap the feeling spreads
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Poets
Habits are hard to break
I’m sorry. Knee-jerk reaction for a lot of people is to say stop saying sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for but in the back of some people’s heads there’s the voice that says “oh, I’ll give you something to be sorry about.” Or when you speak out and share your opinion on something or speak up for yourself against something there’s that natural inclination to say sorry because we as women are supposed to cognizant of other people’s feelings. We’re supposed to bear that weight in mind before we speak.
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Psyche
Grief's Identity
I spent a day with anger who told me her real name was grief I spent a day with grief and uncovered the horrors she had seen
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Poets
The Clausen Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a foggy cold evening in November, gusts of wind and rain were coming from the north and the campers were packing their materials and tents away to escape the incoming storm when they heard the screeching inhuman sounds echo through the night.
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Fiction
All I did was love
After the parade the joy, laughter, and love dissipates into the broken corners of my mind the voice of my father speaks shattering the joy
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Poets
Chaotic Emotions
I may not have my children here on earth with me but I am a mother. I carry them with me in my heart and they walk through life with me. I have a memorial tattoo on my left foot that represents people I have lost through flowers. I have four blue forget me nots that represent my children. Sadly, I have more flowers to get tattooed on my body. My other foot a blank canvas soon to be covered in beauty of more people who are no longer here with me but who will continue to walk through this life with me.
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Psyche
The Side Effects of Trauma
To start us off - I am not glamorizing eating disorders. This is not a thinspo journal entry. This is a bi-product of trauma - at least for me. I will be talking about other trauma side effects as well at least ones that have impacted me and those who have walked this journey with me.
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Psyche
Silenced
Have you ever been silenced? Walked into a police station just for them to laugh at you? Have you ever experienced the whispers and rumors? Have you been painted as the abuser when you were the victim? Has someone ever taken your voice and made you mute while their voice spoke for you?
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Psyche
Fight
There’s a moment where the breath isn’t labored where breathing isn’t work where each beat of my heart doesn’t reflect the break, the cracks
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Poets
Sexual Assault
It's happened so many times before that it should just be a blip on my radar but it happened. Again. S-E-X-U-A-L A-S-S-A-U-L-T
By Roxy Wolf2 years ago in Poets

Roxy Wolf

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Fear

Pulmonary Embolism

Panic Attack

Habits are hard to break

Grief's Identity

The Clausen Cabin

All I did was love

Chaotic Emotions

The Side Effects of Trauma

Silenced

Fight

Sexual Assault

Stories (29/0)