Reflection

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

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

We talk about happiness like it’s a destination. Like it’s a place we’ll eventually reach once we get the job, meet the person, heal the

I see you. I see the version of you that once sought validation from the world—chasing popularity, status, and the feeling of being seen by

I’ll be honest—I used to roll my eyes at anything that sounded too “out there.”Starseeds? Light codes? Galactic soul missions? It all felt like spiritual

On my journey of self-discovery—a path that’s been anything but straight—I’ve stumbled across many unexpected signposts. Little reminders that I’m on the right track, even

There are days I close my eyes and ache for a world that’s gone. A world that felt easier, simpler, softer in ways I can’t

There comes a time on every healing journey when the past begins to whisper for our attention.Not to pull us backward, but to offer us

There are days when the weight of the world feels like too much to carry. When the news is heavy, and the noise is loud.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve carried a quiet sadness. A sense of doom that sat in my chest like a shadow. I