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 …
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 …
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 this thing that happens. When someone hurts you—really hurts you— it’s not always sadness that shows up first. Sometimes, it’s fire. This unbearable urge to lash out. To hurt them the way they hurt you. To shake something. Break something. Say that one thing that will land like a slap. And in that moment, …
There are moments that play back in the mind like a scene someone else acted out. A look. A comment. A tone. A decision that, at the time, felt small—but now feels sharp and out of place. Almost like it came from someone else entirely. But it didn’t. It came from a tired version of …
It’s weird, isn’t it? You know better. You know what not to do. You know what happened to them when they did that exact same thing. You even nodded wisely when they told their story, maybe threw in a “that’s mad” or “I’d never let that be me.” But then, it is you. And suddenly, …
Sometimes people say they’re “keeping the peace” when really, they’re just hiding the war. They go quiet. They swallow their words. They build walls and call it love. But silence isn’t always healing. Sometimes it’s just a slow erosion. A slow burning. A slow goodbye. We tell ourselves that if we don’t talk about it, …
Guilt doesn’t scream. It just sits there. Heavy. Quiet. Always there. Right in your chest. Right in the back of your mind. Like maybe if you’d said something earlier. Maybe if you’d tried harder. Maybe if you were… better. You keep going over everything. Looking for the moment it slipped. Looking for what you missed. …