Inconsistency isn’t a quirk - It’s a red flag- part 2

INCONSISTENCY ISN’T A QUIRK — IT’S A RED FLAG

It feels surreal to find myself standing in a place I thought I’d left behind fifteen years ago. Only this time, it’s worse. My injuries weren’t caused by me — not exactly. A series of massive, life‑altering events unfolded, the kind I’m not ready to fully unpack today. And yes, there’s bitterness in that. It tastes like steel. To be put back in this position again, with even more of my body affected, and to be mistreated in ways that showed no concern for me… it’s soul‑crush

Let’s talk about something deceptively simple: your window. Yes, that rectangle of glass you probably walk past a hundred times a day without thinking twice. But for those of us who live with chronic pain or depression, that view — that connection between your inner world and the one outside — can be a lifeline. I say this as someone who identifies as a healer and a green witch. My home is my sanctuary, and my plants are my co‑healers. They’re not just décor; they’re living,