For a long time, I believed happiness was something to be found—hidden in achievements, relationships, or future moments I hoped would bring fulfillment. I chased
Over the past months, I’ve journeyed deeply into understanding who I am. I’ve uncovered a quiet confidence, a sense of peace, and a space I
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
