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 …
It’s strange how something from years ago can still find its way into today. A tone. A look. A small rejection. And suddenly, you’re not in the present anymore — you’re back there. Back where the silence first stung. Back where you learned that love could disappear without warning. You tell yourself you’ve healed. You’ve …
There are days when you can see everything clearly — you know what’s true, what’s healthy, what’s right. You can name the patterns, quote the lessons, even coach yourself through them. And still, you wake up heavy. Still, your chest feels tight. Still, the simplest things — a shower, a reply, a smile — feel …
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 …
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 …
You think you hate me. But you don’t. You cling to me. I’m the weight on your chest when the world says, go. I’m the voice that tells you, stay right where you are. I am not laziness. I am not fear. I’m older than that. I’ve been growing inside you with every broken promise …
Some goodbyes don’t come with closure. Some losses aren’t loud. And some endings — even if they weren’t real, even if they lived only in our minds or screens or hearts — still leave us grieving. We attach. To people. To stories. To dreams. We walk with characters, live inside chapters, get entangled in slow …
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 …
Some days, it just hits. Not like a storm, not like a crash. But like a quiet undoing. You’re lying there. Not really crying. Not really sleeping. Just… drained. Done. There’s this weight in your chest, but you’re too tired to name it. You try to trace what exactly is wrong, but your brain can’t …