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 …
Sometimes forgiveness feels like swallowing something sharp. You do it because you know it’s right — because you’ve outgrown bitterness, because you want peace, because you understand everyone is human and flawed. You whisper, I forgive you. And maybe you even mean it. But underneath, there’s this ache that refuses to quiet. A need that …
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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 …
Empathy is supposed to be a light—something that softens the hard edges of the world. It’s what people praise—what crowns you ‘good.’ But even light can burn. What if it can be something else—something sharper? What if empathy, in the wrong hands, cuts deeper than hate ever could? Dark empathy isn’t loud. It doesn’t scream. …
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, …
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, …
It’s not loud. Not dramatic. It’s just that moment when you’re saying something and they look away. Or change the subject. Or act like you’re taking too long. And you notice. Even if you pretend not to. You feel yourself pull back. You don’t mean to. It just happens. A small part of you shuts …
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 …