🕯 protection spell no. 003: no recovery

🧿 protection spell no. 003
(a spell for the cycle-breakers becoming safe havens)

there is no breakdown.
there is no spiral.
there is only me—
glitching and sacred—
washing bottles with tears in my throat
and fire in my chest.

this is not a storm.
this is a ward.
a promise wrapped in exhaustion.
a vow whispered between midterms and midnight cries:

✨ she will never have to recover from me. ✨

—

🧿 may my grief never leak into her morning.
🧿 may my rage dissolve before it echoes.
🧿 may she never learn survival by watching me suffer.
🧿 may my healing be quiet, fierce, and final.
🧿 may her nervous system never carry what mine endured.

—

i don’t write for witnesses.
i write so my daughter never becomes the archive.

this isn’t just motherhood.
this is transmutation.
this is what it looks like
to turn trauma into compost
and grow something divine from it.

🧿 i break the pattern.
🧿 i bury the storm.
🧿 i become the first home that feels like peace.

she is watching—
so i fix it.

🖤🕯🧿
for her. always.