The easiest person to lie to is yourself. It’s weird how easy it is. You don’t even have to try hard. No big performance. No convincing tone. Just… look away from the truth for a second, and boom—lie accepted. I tell myself I’m okay when I’m falling apart. I say it doesn’t matter when it …
Nobody really talks about how faith can feel like walking a tightrope. How sometimes, it’s not this unshakable thing but a delicate, trembling step forward, hoping the next one doesn’t send you crashing down. How some days, you just know—things will work out, you’re on the right path, life has meaning. And other days, doubt …
People admire the strong one. They lean on them, seek their wisdom, and trust them to hold everything together. But no one ever asks who the strong one turns to when they are the ones unraveling. The strong one is the person who never falls apart in front of others. They give without expecting much …
There are moments when the weight of everything feels unbearable. When every fiber of your being screams to stop, to sit it out, to let someone else handle it. When fear, exhaustion, or doubt whispers in your ear, “Why bother?” But then, something inside you whispers back, “Do it anyway.” Not because it’s easy, not …
Have you ever found yourself locked in a battle within your own mind? A thought or habit you desperately want to escape, yet it clings to you, demanding attention, overpowering your willpower. It feels like a cycle you can’t break. You know what’s right. You want to choose better. But your mind seems to have …
The holidays. A time of lights and laughter, of bustling crowds and cheerful greetings. A season drenched in glittering expectations. But for some of us, this time of year doesn’t sparkle. It stings. Loneliness has a way of sharpening its edges during the holidays, doesn’t it? It’s the contrast that cuts the deepest. The world …
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Loneliness isn’t loud—it’s quiet. It doesn’t shout for help or draw attention to itself. Instead, it settles, soft and weighty, wrapping around you like a fog. It isn’t the absence of people that stings the most—it’s the absence of connection. That sense of being understood, of someone knowing what you’re not saying. There’s something primal …