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From the outside, my son Austin looks like a fully functioning 31-year-old man. What people don’t see is the daily reality of living with an intellectual disability and a traumatic brain injury. Sometimes that reality is hilarious, sometimes it’s terrifying — and most often, it’s both at the same time. Shorts in a Blizzard Picture…
Helen Mirren once said: “Before you engage with someone, ask yourself, is that person even mentally mature enough to grasp the concept of a different perspective? Because if not, there’s absolutely no point.” And honestly? She nailed it. Because sometimes engaging with someone who refuses to understand is like yelling at your Wi-Fi router when…
because some of us were never meant to stay safe outside the flames. We were designed to run in. To rescue. To rise again. To return bearing light I used to think the pain ended once I survived it – once the smoke cleared after the heartbreak, once I pieced my shattered life back together…
Stopping the Suffrage Backslide Before It Starts A hundred years ago, women didn’t get the right to vote because some nice politician woke up and said, “You know what, let’s give the ladies a turn.” No.We chained ourselves to fences. We went on hunger strikes. We got arrested, beaten, mocked, and told to “go home…
And How Breaking the Cycle Makes Us the Shelter We Once Prayed For I used to think I was just unlucky in love… or maybe just too angry to settle down.I told myself my past — the abuse, the chaos, the betrayal — was just something I was mad about and trying to outrun.But the…
Some wounds don’t leave bruises. They leave patterns. Patterns that teach us to tiptoe, to question ourselves, to apologize for existing, to carry guilt that was never ours to begin with. For those of us who were raised in emotional chaos, where affection was conditional and love was laced with manipulation, we learned early on…
I shared something deeply vulnerable this week — my granddaughter’s new condition. A message no Nana ever wants to send. One of love, heartbreak, hope, and fierce protection…but instead of support, my post was met with a weaponized question: “Do they believe in Jesus?” Not, “How are you?” Not, “What can I do?” Not even,…
Tina Campbell – Scribed in Light I sat with the results on my Nana’s heart and for awhile the world couldn’t possibly feel any heavier. It felt still. Like the air itself was waiting what to see what would happen next. It was a moment across the phone. A voice I know better than my…
Today I am starting my blog piece with a whisper of raw honesty – something quiet, yet heavy…because some pains don’t roar. It doesn’t scream or sob or shake the walls. It just sits beside you, day after day. It doesn’t demand center stage…it just lingers – eventually consuming you. Pain can cause a slow…
This piece is for the silent warriors who love from afar, aching to help, yet bound by respect and honor. There is a particular pain that only a mother knows – the pain of watching the child she once rocked to sleep walk through a storm… Sometimes, the love we carry isn’t ours to place.…
Tina N. Campbell
Centerville, Ohio 45459
echoesofgrace66@gmail.com
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