Not all Wounds bleed

All Wounds Bleed

My Why

There are wounds you can’t see.

Ones that don’t leave scars on skin, but leave them on the soul.

For years, I carried those wounds quietly. Trauma layered on trauma. Years of pushing things down just to keep going. I became a master at hiding pain behind productivity, humor, or being “the strong one.” I smiled so people wouldn’t ask. I stayed busy so I wouldn’t feel. I said “I’m fine” because the truth was too heavy.

But I wasn’t fine. I was hurting.

And the silence was killing me.

This blog—Not All Wounds Bleed—was born from the need to finally say what I’ve never said out loud.

To give my pain a place to go.

To stop pretending.

To write my way out of the darkness.

Writing is my release. My truth. My way of making sense of the storms I’ve weathered. These words are me taking my power back, piece by piece. Not for attention. Not for pity. But because there’s healing in honesty. Because silence never saved me—but expression just might.

But I’m not just doing this for me.

I’m doing this in case you need it too.

If you’re carrying invisible wounds…

If you’ve felt broken in a world that expects you to “keep it together”…

If you’ve ever been ashamed of your pain because it doesn’t look like anyone else’s…

This space is for you.

If even one person reads something here and feels less alone, more understood, or strong enough to take one tiny step forward—then this blog has done what it’s meant to do.

This is not a fairytale journey.

There’s no magic fix or easy answer.

But there is truth.

And sometimes, that’s where healing begins.

So welcome to my story—raw, imperfect, and real.

Because not all wounds bleed.

And not all healing looks the same.

But all of it matters.

—J.