Reflection

When I am high, I see things not of this world. I understand things about myself that are usually well kept secrets—even from myself. This

When I meditate, I find myself lying in the center of a vast cavern — the inner landscape of my mind. The space is completely

Something unexpected has been happening lately — a quiet, steady shift that I can feel in the core of who I am.I’ve become more self-aware,

For much of my life, I carried the quiet weight of being the “black sheep.” Not the rebel in a charming way, but the one

— and why that’s okay I’ve spent the last few months peeling back layers of myself I didn’t even know were there. Piece by piece,

I disappear. It’s not always intentional. It’s not out of malice. But it happens. I pull away. I go quiet. I drop off the map.

There’s a part of me that doesn’t trust love. And that didn’t just happen overnight. It was built — brick by brick — through years

For most of my life, I’ve carried something heavy. Not on my back—but in my chest, in my stomach, in the parts of me that

A reflection on letting people go and learning what true boundaries mean Healing brings revelations—some beautiful, some uncomfortable. One of the more difficult truths I’ve

There’s a quiet but powerful shift that happens during healing. It’s not loud or dramatic. It doesn’t come with a celebration or applause. It often

Scribbles from a soul who almost gave up, but didn’t. For a long time, I carried a quiet knowing: That one day, I’ll just be

…and the strange peace that follows For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a mother. Not just in the abstract way

For the first time in years, I’m dreaming again. Not just the fleeting kind you forget before your feet hit the floor. But real dreams.

There was a time when reading my own words made me cry. I would come across fragments of my past—scribbled thoughts scattered across scraps of

For most of my life, emotions were either hidden, swallowed, or numbed. Not because I didn’t feel—but because I felt everything. Too deeply. Too suddenly.

Healing the Need to Hurt Myself to Feel Worthy For a long time, I thought love had to be earned. I thought if I was

Learning to Let Go of Bingeing, Starving, and Self-Punishment For a long time, food was never just food to me. It was comfort. Control. Chaos.

For the longest time, I thought I just had bad habits. I thought I was lazy. I thought I was avoidant. I thought I was

We all have regrets. We’ve all hurt people—sometimes without meaning to, sometimes because we didn’t know how to do better. We’ve all said things we

Healing isn’t linear. It’s messy, humbling, confusing, and sometimes so quiet that you wonder if anything is even happening at all. But when I look