We talk about choice like it’s freedom — as if life has laid a thousand doors before us and all we have to do is pick one. But the truth is, choices are never that simple. Every choice costs something. Every yes comes with a quiet no. And sometimes, even when it looks like we …
Strength has a limit. And when you hit it, the crash is louder than anyone realizes. Everyone loves the strong ones. They’re the ones you call when you can’t hold it together. The ones who nod, who reassure, who carry more than they should and still smile while doing it. People assume their capacity is …
Emotional hypersensitivity has a way of trapping you in cycles. You notice everything. You absorb everything. And when you can’t let go, it turns into a storm inside you. So you go quiet, carrying it alone. Then you start to resent the silence. Eventually, it spills out — sometimes in tears, sometimes in words sharper …
Nobody warns you how ruthless change can be. It doesn’t knock. It barges in. Sometimes it wrecks everything first — the plans you made, the people you counted on, the identity you wore like a second skin. You don’t always choose the shift. Sometimes it chooses you. It happens in the silence after betrayal. In …
Ever wonder why some people can sit in silence, untouched — and you, you feel the weight of it pressing on your chest? You sense the shift before a word is spoken. You pick up the pause, the sigh, the faint change in someone’s face — and something inside you starts scanning: What did I …
Failing — and failing enough — is one of the most important things we can do. Yet for the longest time, I treated it like something to hide. I didn’t want anyone to see the cracks, the wrong turns, the moments I fell flat. Most of us don’t. We curate the parts of ourselves that …
To be human is to ache and to long. It is to carry contradictions: strength and softness, faith and doubt, brilliance and brokenness — sometimes all at once. It’s waking up hopeful, and by evening, questioning everything. It’s loving people who may never love us the same way back. It’s fighting for dreams we sometimes …
There’s a strange kind of exhaustion that doesn’t show on your face. It’s not loud. It doesn’t cry in public. It just sits there — quietly — in your chest. Heavy. Like you’re breathing through wet cotton. You’re not falling apart exactly. But you’re not okay either. You’re just… still standing. Barely. Sometimes, that’s what …
Sometimes, it starts so quietly, you don’t even realise what’s happening. You begin adjusting. Toning yourself down. Not to deceive—but to connect. To be liked. To be chosen. To not feel so… alone. You say yes when you mean no. You ignore what hurts. You twist yourself into someone easier to accept. And over time, …
There are days you want better. You wake up and think, “Okay, let’s try again today.” Maybe it’s something small—like breaking a habit. Or holding a boundary. Or making a choice you know deep down is good for you. But then that moment comes. The actual doing. And suddenly it feels like someone just asked …