We so easily get comfortable with the flaws created from survival mode, that we blindly start believing it’s acceptable to disregard all else. I know I behave a certain way, and nothing else really matters because, you don’t know what I’ve been through, you have no idea what I had to do, to get to …
Our brain quickly picks up on our habits, they quickly transform into character. Now it’s easy to adapt a flaw, even more weird cause it doesn’t require much time or energy to sustain it. Oh the unfairness of it all! Let me not digress. Having experienced early segregation and rejection, chasing and validating my thoughts …
Always on fight mode.Who are you fighting? Where are you going? What’s the price? Learn to let go. Not everything needs a fight. Sometimes, shutting up helps. Well, I’ve always been a fighter. A stir that boils deep inside, takes over all senses, demands to be felt and only rests when it’s done. Know what …
Here I am. Once again looking over myself. Is it with pity or rage that I find myself brimming with tears, that have long lost its meaning. Look around, what do you see? Swiftly turn your gaze, there, don’t break contact. This is who we attract. Shame, disgust, let’s run far away. It’s not supposed …
What is this season of your life trying to teach you? I saw this question the other day scrolling on my socials. I paused and took a moment to think about it. Then it came to me. I’ve written a new blog in my head over a hundred times for the past couple of months …
I am not a fan of it. I try to avoid it like a plague if necessary. What do you do when you’ve done all the running and hiding, but it still catches up with you? There’s no escaping. It’s still there. Waiting. Kind of like a stare down contest. Who’s going to budge first? …
I came to a conclusion a while back that one of the major differences of those that appear to be walking in their purpose and those that are still on the process or journey to discovering theirs is nothing but sheer audacity. Yes, audacity. Critically thinking or let’s say a simple observation of those you …
Lately I’ve been finding myself second-guessing every single move. I’m too critical, too much. Too much doubt, too much hate, where do I draw the line? I should award myself with a higher standard. But all it does is leave me shattered. I should be improving, however, I can’t help but find fault in everything. …
Crushed one too many times I fear that the one that will finally end us is me. That I’ll do it myself. Will I even notice? Will I recognize the hand twisting the knife one last time to be my own? Will it be an act of betrayal or mercy? Maybe I’m accustomed to the …
I miss the days I was part of you. When you didn’t have to fight so hard to include me, hear me, be with me. All of me. I know we’ve been through a lot and that’s part of the reason we are who we are. You mean well, I know you do. Once bitten …