If there’s one thing I’ve perfected, it’s the art of the excuse. I could write a book about the clever detours I’ve invented to sidestep my own plans. The thing is, after a while, those little “not todays” don’t sound clever at all. They’re just heavy. They pile up, get dusty, and start to crowd out the part of me that actually wants more from life. No one ever warned me how sneaky excuses could be. They slip in quietly, wearing the mask of logic and self-care, telling me I’ll be ready tomorrow, or that I deserve a break, or that someone …
Reclaiming Self: The Quiet Revolution
The first time I stood in my kitchen and didn’t rush to answer a text, something shifted. The stove was on. My tea was boiling. My name wasn’t being called, and no crisis had arrived. But my phone buzzed, and I didn’t flinch. Not because I was being strong or strategic. I was just... tired. The kind of tired that doesn’t come from lack of sleep, but from always being reachable, always available, always rearranging life like a Rubik’s Cube that only ever made other people happy. That morning, I watched the steam rise from the pan like a …
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The Sacred Terror of Saying Yes
There’s a particular kind of fear that arrives just before something important. Not the fear of crossing a busy road or checking your blood test results. This one has more gravity. It usually shows up when you’re standing at the edge of something new—arms crossed, breath held, already rehearsing how you’ll explain your failure if things go sideways. I used to think the brave were the ones who didn’t feel this fear. I know better now. The brave are simply the ones who keep showing up with it. I’ve said yes to a lot of things that scared …
Losing Is Not an Art. It’s a Fight Club Nobody Signs Up For.
I thought I had become good at losing.Keys. Mugs. Tiffin boxes. Emails I meant to reply to. Friendships I thought were solid until they weren’t. A version of my life that existed only in my head but still left behind a ghost when it dissolved. The little losses added up until it started to feel like muscle memory—like I was supposed to take it all with a quiet smile and an overused quote about letting go. People seemed to admire the calm. “You’re so strong,” they’d say. Which really just meant: “You’re not making us uncomfortable with your …
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You’re Not Superglue, Quit Clinging: A Bold Guide to Letting Go
It always starts the same way. You're lying in bed with your phone hovering inches from your face, backlit in ghostly blue, replaying that message thread like it’s a true crime documentary. Every emoji, every punctuation mark—suddenly a clue. Your mind, a CSI unit for emotional chaos. You tell yourself this is the last time. Then do it again tomorrow. Obsessive overthinking is the late-night snack no one talks about, and we keep going back like it might taste different this time. But it’s not the message or the missed call that’s the real …
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Take Your Power Back Before You Start To Believe You Never Had Any
Losing power doesn’t feel like a collapse. It feels like compromise. You don’t notice it at first. You skip the morning walk once, then twice. You downplay what you want. You swallow your opinion to keep the peace. You call it “adjusting.” Eventually, you start forgetting what it felt like to drive your own life. You move, but you’re not the one steering. I’ve done it. Smiled through discomfort. Said yes out of habit. Avoided decisions so I wouldn’t have to be the one responsible if they went sideways. It felt smart at the time—easier …
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Grieving the Person I Was
I used to believe that heartbreak was all about mourning the loss of someone else—their absence, their silence, the sudden emptiness they leave behind. But as I’ve journeyed through my own healing process, I’ve realized that some of the hardest parts are not about the person who’s no longer there, but about the versions of myself that I’m leaving behind. There’s a unique grief in letting go of who you used to be—the one who dreamed a certain dream, who painted vivid pictures of a future that now feels impossible. The girl who imagined her …
Rediscovering Self-Love: A Journey Through Pain and Healing
I thought I had learned my lessons. I thought I knew better by now. Yet, when faced with the familiar storm of uncertainty and self-doubt, I found myself falling hard once again. It's as if the part of me I’ve been desperately trying to run away from has finally caught up. This time, it's here to stay. It's not uncommon for people to seek change after loss or moments of deep self-reflection. Some start going to the gym, some pick up new hobbies, some prioritize friendships, and others embark on self-discovery journeys to find inner peace and …
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