🌍 Before the Passport, There Was Pain: A Different Kind of Journey

 

Not all journeys involve planes, passports, and postcards. Some start in childhood — in dimly lit attics, through trembling hands and silent prayers. This is one of those stories.

For the past few weeks, I’ve shared travel tips, visa hacks, and destination gems — but today, I want to share something much closer to my heart. Something raw. Something real.

This is the first chapter of a story I’ve been quietly writing — a fictional memoir based on true scars. It’s not about travel, but it’s about escape. It’s not about adventure, but it’s about survival.

I call it “Becoming Tiny.”
Every week, I’ll be sharing a new chapter. If you’ve ever fought to be seen, battled fear in your own home, or dreamed of flying away from the trauma you couldn’t name — this story might find a home in your heart.

So buckle up… this journey begins on a Monday.

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