I’m healing, but don’t get it twisted…I still feel the old version of me fighting for space. The version that grew up defending herself.The version that spoke before thinking because silence never protected her.The version that learned to be loud just to be heard. She still shows up sometimes.In the moments when I’m tired.In the [...]
What if all my trying only gets me close, but not quite. Have you ever tried so hard that your bones remember the weight of the effort, even when your mind has already begun to forget? I have. There are nights when I lie awake and think about all the versions of myself I’ve given [...]
They ask why you're not good at opening up, but they don't realize what they do when you actually try to open up. Sometimes you want to talk. You want to say everything that’s been eating you up. But when someone finally asks, "What’s wrong?" you just smile and say, "Nothing, I’m good." Because you [...]
When love made me forget who I was, I had to choose myself to find my way back. I used to wake up each morning with a heart full of excitement, But now I wake up with a quiet ache, Wondering when I stopped feeling like myself. I used to believe that love was about [...]
Be careful of her, She has healed herself more times than you can ever imagine. Oh, honey, don't you dare underestimate the firestorm in her eyes. She's the kind of woman who's stitched her own soul back together with threads of starlight and sheer spite. She's danced through the darkness of her traumas, Not once, [...]
It’s not always easy, but you’re still here. That means something. Some Days Will Feel Too Much. There are mornings where simply getting up is an act of bravery. You won’t always be okay — and that’s not failure. That’s being human. You don’t have to bloom every season to still be growing. — Saiki Not Everything Will Make [...]
There’s a version of me I thought I’d be by now. Someone a little steadier, a little more sure. Someone who wakes up with less ache in their chest and more clarity in their eyes. I keep waiting for her — that future self — to show up. To step into my shoes and make [...]
Perfectly Imperfect 