Phantom Mother The Lies We Learned to Breathe

Not all phantoms were born from screams.
Some were made from compliance.
From smiling.
From nodding.
From saying “it’s okay” when it wasn’t—just to keep the peace.

Phantom Mother: The Lies We Learned to Breathe is an Air-element grimoire for the ghosts of false calm.
These are the phantoms who learned early:
truth is dangerous, but obedience is praised.

They held their tongues.
They bit back the truth.
They reshaped their breath to fit someone else’s comfort.

And now?
They’re done being polite.

Each phantom in this book exhaled something sacred
and got told it was too loud, too much, too wrong.

Now they return,
not to yell—
but to let the truth sting in the silence that used to protect you.

These aren’t just memories.
They’re the voices behind your fake laugh.
The breath before your people-pleasing.
The ache in your chest after someone says “you’re so easy to be around.”

They lied.
And you breathed it in.
Now let it out.

Let this book be the exorcism.