Dear Bad Days, Thank you for letting me practice gratitude on days it’s so difficult to smile. Despite your crappy presence, your challenge is an opportunity for me to learn and grow, it reminds me to still be thankful on days when it feels so hard and overwhelming. Your visit reminds me to appreciate the good ones. To be adaptive to changing circumstances. And to be extra gentle with my heart and mind. But sometimes it takes a lot of work to just be okay, so please don’t visit too often. If you ever come again, it’s alright. I’ve gone through you before; I know that I’m strong enough to do it again.

Friendship isn’t about having someone to talk to when things are easy, it’s about having someone who stays when things get tough. A real friend doesn’t just celebrate your victories; they walk with you through your struggles. They don’t just listen to your words; they understand the feelings you can’t put into sentences. With them, you don’t have to pretend, explain, or prove anything you can just be. A true friend is someone who sees the parts of you that others overlook. They notice the small changes in your voice, the silence behind your “I’m okay.” They remind you of your worth when you start to forget it yourself. They support your dreams, even when they don’t fully understand them, because they believe in you. Friendship isn’t about who has been there the longest, but who has stayed through the highs and lows. The ones who don’t disappear when life gets messy, who don’t turn away when you’re struggling, who show up even when you push them away, those are the people who truly matter. So, if you have a friend like that, appreciate them. Hold onto them. And if you haven’t found your people yet, don’t lose hope. The right friends the ones who make you feel safe, understood, and valued are out there. And when you find them, you’ll know.

Someday, I want to see myself being happy with the person that I've become. I want to see myself grow as a better person, someone who remained kind despite of all the cruel things that I've been through. Someday, I want to see myself being genuinely happy. I know that I deserve it, and I want to smile again with peace and contentment in my heart. Someday, I want to see myself falling in love again with life and loving myself with all my heart. I want to see myself seeing my worth in every little way I can. I know how much I hated myself for a very long time and I deserve to forgive myself for doing such horríble things to myself. Someday, I want to give myself everything that I deserve— my happiness, peace, and healing. — Shiori X An excerpt from the book: The Lost Journal of a Dying Man Art by: _hilllo (IG) | used with permission

Let's keep fighting, even if we often feel so tired of everything. I know most of us are just trying to survive every day. Most of us are going through a lot in life, and we just act like everything is fine. We sometimes hide our true feelings by putting a smile on our faces or by lying to anyone who asks about how we feel. But when we are alone somewhere, we take a deep breath and then start letting go of our true emotions. We get sad alone. We are hurting alone, and we feel like everything that we feel is not going to end. We surrender to being strong when we are alone, drowning in our own feelings. But despite all that, I hope we still keep moving forward. I hope every one of us will still have the courage to keep going. No one will ever fully understand how hard it is to suffer in silence. There are a lot of things that can actually hurt us, and there are also a lot of people that can make us sad. But I hope we still find a reason to live our lives, like we are still looking forward to better days. I hope that we heal from all the pain that we have to go through every day. And with all the broken parts of us, I hope we still find peace in our hearts. In every way we can, I hope we still choose to be kind to ourselves, especially on the days that we feel like we are losing ourselves in the dark over and over again. Let us keep fighting in our different battles, even when our hands are trembling and our hearts are aching. And no matter how much we want to give up, I hope every one of us will still survive to get the happiness and healing that we all deserve. — Shiori X Art by: hessah._.art (IG) | used with permission

If your heart ache tonight with the weight of missing a loved one, let yourself go there—gently, bravely. Close your eyes and bring them to mind. Picture their face, the way they smiled at you, the sound of their voice when they said your name. Let the love you carry rise like a quiet prayer, soft and steady. Speak to them in the silence, as if they were right beside you—because in the ways that matter most, they still are. Love like theirs doesn’t disappear; it transforms, it lingers, it listens. They hear you, even now. Every whispered thought, every tear, every moment you wish they were near—they feel it all. You’re never speaking into emptiness. You’re speaking heart to heart, soul to soul. And though you cannot hold them, you can hold the love. That’s forever. 🙏

Some people walk through life like ghosts in their own story—present but invisible, surrounded yet unseen. They smile when expected, nod politely, go through the motions, all while quietly aching for someone—anyone—to notice that they're not okay. No applause, no encouragement, no tender voice saying, “You’re doing better than you think,” or “You’re not alone.” The silence around them grows loud, echoing their doubts. But here's the truth: sometimes, the smallest act of care can become a lifeline. You don’t need to know the weight someone carries to meet them with gentleness. You don’t need their history to offer kindness, or their permission to be a light in their darkness. Just believe this: every heart is holding something. Some carry sorrow tucked behind practiced smiles. Some hold worries like a second skin. Some are barely holding on. So be the softness that reminds someone they’re not forgotten. Be the stranger who doesn’t need a reason to be kind. Because in a world that often rushes past the hurting, your presence—your warmth, your words—might be the one thing that whispers hope back into someone’s weary soul.

Sometimes, it's easier to stay silent than to tell everyone how not okay I am. I know that some people would actually care about me, but I believe that they would never fully understand how I feel. I am so sick of this life. And if I ever say this to anyone, I am sure that they will give me some motivation or any words that will encourage me to keep living. It is not bad actually, and I know that they just really want to comfort and help me. However, my honest feeling is that I'm also sick of hearing positive words that are not really making me feel better. I'm already tired of hearing people say that everything will be okay tomorrow or maybe someday, but I've already been holding on to those words for a long time, and I am here— still not okay. I just really want to be silent whenever somebody asks me if I'm okay. Though I still want to share my story, I don't want to have a listener who talks a lot about the beautiful things in this world, to which I can't relate because I've suffered a lot. The truth is, I'd rather hear how painful and sad life can be just so I can learn how to live with it. Whenever somebody asks me if I'm okay, I usually lie or pretend and say that I'm fine. But I'm honestly hoping that some people will sit with me and talk to me as if they really know how heavy I feel inside. I just want to be understood. So I will always choose to keep all my feelings to myself unless I find someone who deeply understands that I am not just unwell, but I am actually on the edge of giving up. — Shiori X Art by: hessah._.art (IG) | used with permission

I used to be so understanding, no matter how much people would hurt me. I used to accept different kinds of disrespect and pain and then forgive them afterwards. Yes, I used to be so forgiving and kind, even to those who didn't deserve me. It was just fine before, since I thought that keeping my hatred and pain would give everyone peace. I'm sure that they will like it that way. It's nice to treat people well, knowing that I am not hurting anyone and not even daring to make someone feel sad. Most people say that I should stay kind and that I should just let some people be who they are because if they do something bad to me, they say that it's a reflection of their attitude, not mine. I was told to be silent when I'm angry. I was told to keep my feelings to myself because nobody wants to hear my drama. I was told to stop explaining my side or sharing my stories because they would never care. I was told to understand everyone before myself. I was told to remain gentle with people even after I was brutally hurt. And most importantly, I was told that I should forgive people over and over again because they are just humans and they make mistakes. For a very long time, I felt like I did not have the right to be hurt or to be angry because I am a good person. I chose to give everyone peace while letting them ruin mine. And it's just so sad to see myself being destroyed by the ones who took advantage of my good heart. Being kind is okay, but tolerating everyone to hurt me just because I am a good person will never be okay. I realized that being so forgiving doesn't give anyone the right to treat me poorly. My hatred, sadness, pain, and all the heavy emotions I feel are valid. I can now fully understand that kindness should also have some limitations. Some people are not just worthy enough of my love, kindness, and understanding. But most of all, I hope everyone will learn that being human, who is capable of making mistakes, should not be an excuse to hurt someone. — Shiori X Art by: giselle_dekel (IG) | used with permission

I hope to grow old with someone who brings safety, comfort, and genuine love into my life. I desire a deep connection where we can support and care for each other, not out of desperation or need for validation, but because we truly cherish and appreciate each other's presence. ❤️

Good morning beautiful Soul, Remember, you are not your mistakes. You are not your fears. You are a soul who's brave, worthy, and loved. Don't let your doubts define you; you are more than enough.

You will not find a love that is perfect, but you will find a love that sees you. The kind that brings down your walls, that asks you to share the parts of your soul you have tucked away and kept hidden from the world. You will not find a love that is perfect, but you will find a love that shows you it’s okay to be someone who carries both hope and hurt. It’s okay to be someone who hasn’t always known how to calm the storms in their heart. And this love, it will hold you there. It will not judge you for the ways you have to heal your sadness, for the ways you show up in this world. Not just when you seem perfect, but even when you’re struggling. When you’re completely open and vulnerable. It won’t leave when you show your true self.

The hardest part of Grief Grief leaves you stranded in the middle of the highway. You sit there, just staring into the distance, wondering which way is better. Forward feels terrifying. It's uncertain and unfamiliar. You don't know what life will look like without them or without what you lost. You don't know who you are now, or how to keep going when everything has changed. Going backward? That's even worse. That means walking back into the heartbreak, the funeral, the moment everything broke. It means reopening the pain, replaying every memory, every goodbye, every silent scream. So you just sit there, stuck between what hurts and what's unknown. That's the hardest part.

The older you get, the more you realize that life's real luxuries aren't things you can post or price. It's having time - not just to get things done and exist, but to actually live. It's a healthy body that lets you move through the day without pain. It's being able to say "No" without guilt and "Yes" without fear. The most valuable things in life aren't the ones that impress others. They're the ones that restore and energize you. Truth is: some of the richest people you'll ever meet aren't the ones with the most money. They're the ones who wake up excited, love without fear and possess a mind that is calm, clear and at peace. These things can't be bought. They must be earned and cultivated through effort and appreciation.

Somewhere along the path of life, you'll get crushed by its demands and unpredictability. You'll hit the wall. You'll feel hopeless. Sad. You'll feel alone. You'll question every decision you've made. You'll wonder if you're really where you're meant to be, or if you've lost your way entirely. And sometimes, everything will feel like too much. Like nothing is working. Like you're standing still while the world keeps moving. But I hope that in such times, you'll remember that you'll be okay. That the waves and winds will eventually settle. That these moments, just like seasons, don't last forever. You won't feel like this always. You'll not be hopeless forever. You will not be stuck here forever. And even when it's hard to believe, you are not alone. You will rise again. You will find your way through life. You will look back, with tears of joy, seeing how far you came.

Imagine having a man who ignores you when you're speaking from the depths of your heart. You're not yelling, you're not accusing... you're just trying to express how you feel. And as you sit there, waiting in silence, hoping for a simple sign of care or concern, you get nothing. Just five long, painful minutes of silence. Then finally, the only words he offers are, "I have nothing to say." Imagine how small that makes a woman feel. Now picture this being your reality night after night. You’re crying in the dark, wiping tears off your face quietly so you don’t disturb him… and he’s fast asleep. Peaceful. Unbothered. Telling you he needs rest because he has work in the morning. As if your emotional pain should be scheduled around his convenience. As if your hurt isn’t valid simply because he’s tired. Imagine loving someone so much that all you want is to feel the same energy you felt when things were new… when he couldn’t go a day without complimenting you, when he actually listened, when he tried. When you weren’t begging for effort. When he made you feel like his world. Now, all you’re asking for is that same version of him… but he no longer sees the need. And now… imagine this becoming your *everyday*. It’s not one bad day. It’s a routine of silence. Of walking on eggshells. Of trying to explain yourself over and over just to be met with nothing. Of being in a relationship that makes you feel lonelier than being single ever did. And that’s what hurts the most… giving your heart to someone who holds it with indifference. Being in love with someone who makes you feel like a burden for simply wanting to be loved right. You deserve more than someone who turns his back on your emotions. You deserve presence, not just physical, but emotional. You deserve consistency, not just in the beginning, but throughout. And you deserve to be heard… really heard… not just tolerated in silence.

You are allowed to be YOU.

All women need to read this 💯 When a man is truly interested in you, there will be no need for you to do the pursuing. Men are born to pursue women. Yes, you can pursue a man if you want to, but in most cases that's just an obvious sign that he's not into you.It's not natural for a man to sit back and let the woman do all the work.For a man who claims to like you to sit back and allow you to do all of the calling, texting, dating arrangements, talks about the future etc, it's pretty obvious where you stand in that man's life. When a man really wants you, you won't have to chase after him like he's some celebrity who barely has time for a fan. You will be his priority. When a man values you, effort won’t feel one-sided — it’ll feel mutual. He won’t leave you questioning your worth or place in his life. You won’t have to beg for attention, because he’ll give it willingly. His consistency will speak louder than any sweet words ever could. Real interest shows through actions, not just occasional affection.

I once hid in the bathroom of a restaurant just to breathe in the smell of food… and ended up washing dishes for a plate of cold leftovers. 🍽️🚿 I was 17. I hadn’t eaten in three days, and the hunger ached deep in my bones. I walked into a restaurant pretending I was waiting for someone. I sat down, ordered a glass of water, and just waited. When the waiter walked away, I slipped into the bathroom—just to stand there and inhale the smell of steak, warm rice, and fresh bread. I stayed so long they thought I’d passed out. When they found me, the manager didn’t throw me out. He just looked at me and asked if I wanted a job. I nodded, holding back tears. 🥲🧼 That first day was a disaster. I burned a pot, broke a glass, and cut my finger peeling potatoes. But I didn’t quit. I survived the yelling, the heat, and my aching back. Because at the end of my shift, they handed me a plate of food. Cold, sure. Dry, maybe. But it was mine. I ate it with my hands. From then on, I washed dishes like it was the greatest honor in the world. 🥵🍛 Over time, I learned to cook, to wait tables, to run the register. I became someone people depended on. For the first time, I showed up clean, with a pressed uniform and my head held high. I was still sleeping on a busted mattress, but every day I felt a little less invisible. A year later, they handed me the keys to open the restaurant on Sundays. That’s when I started to dream of something of my own—something I wouldn’t have to borrow from anyone. 🔑🥖 When you hit rock bottom, every little win feels like a feast. What matters isn’t what you’re eating—it’s what you’re building while you’re hungry. 🍲 — Santiago

Life can sometimes be harsh. At such moments, make sure that you are kind to yourself. Many people will judge you. Make sure you aren't one of them. You are fighting many unspoken battles. Be proud of yourself. Treat yourself with respect that you easily show others. ❤️

Stop watering things that were never meant to grow in your life. When people walk away from you, let them go. Your destiny is never tied to anyone who leaves you, and it doesn't mean they are bad people. It just means that their part in your story is over.

Wounds take time to heal. When they are fresh they hurt. The deeper the wound, the stronger the pain. When they start healing, they sting. You have to take great care of them, address them, rest and be patient. While healing, it can happen that the wound opens up and causes pain all over again. But eventually it will heal. A scar will form, visible at the beginning but fading with every day that passes. I am here to remind you that this process does not only apply to physical wounds but to mental / emotional wounds as well. Do not be hard on yourself while recovering, my love. Healing wounds, especially deep ones, take so much time and effort. They will open up again, they will be painful and that is good - because it is proof that you are healing." — Annie's positivity — Artwork : Naya Ismael

When a train leaves you, you don't chase after it, you patiently wait for the next one. This isn't about the train. Life doesn't always go the way you planned. Things change, people leave, opportunities pass, and moments slip away. It can feel like everything is lost, like your only chance just left the station and you weren't on it. You might feel like you need to run after it, to chase what's already gone. but the truth is, not everything that leaves is meant to stay. Not every door that closes was the right one for you. Sometimes, the trains we miss are the ones that were never meant to take us where we truly belong. They were only meant to pass through, to teach us something, to make us stronger. but the world doesn't stop moving. new chances will always appear, new people will enter your life, and new doors will open. and yes, waiting is hard. not knowing what comes next is scary. It can feel lonely, it can feel like nothing good will ever come again. But remind yourself that another train is on its way. Maybe it will take you to a better place, a better person. Maybe it will be more comfortable. maybe it will come at a time when you are truly ready. So don't look back. don't run after what is already gone. let it go with peace. because the right train will come. and when it does, you will be ready to step on board, knowing that this time, it was meant for you.

When I was little, my grandfather told me something I didn’t really understand at the time. He said, “Don’t lend your umbrella to people who only show up when it’s raining.” To me, it just sounded like a clever line, and I didn't give it much thought. I smiled and moved on. But as I got older, life slowly unpacked the meaning behind those words. I started noticing how some people only come around when they’re in trouble. When they’re going through something, they remember you. They call. They check in. They lean on you. But once their skies clear up, once the crisis is over, they disappear like you never existed. And it hurts. Not because you expected anything in return, but because you realize you were just a place to hide from the storm, not someone they truly cared about. Now, whenever someone comes back into my life during a storm, I quietly ask myself: “Will they still remember me when the sun comes out?” Because kindness doesn’t mean being a doormat. And helping doesn’t mean you have to set yourself on fire every time it rains. These days, I choose my umbrellas wisely.

Sometimes it takes courage to speak up. And sometimes, it takes more courage to still not say anything.

You grow a little more every time you start noticing the way life holds you in the smallest moments. In the tenderness of a morning coffee. In the way your mother's voice softens you through the phone. In the feeling of someone you love blinking their eyelashes across your skin. It's easy to miss these things — it's easy to be pulled into the noise of what the world tells us will make us whole or valuable or real. We are taught to chase bigger, taster lives, to believe that happiness must be something grand and far away. But the truth is, it is almost always the quiet things that save us. It is almost always the soft, nameless moments that bring us back home to ourselves. ✍️

When life repeatedly shows you some people are not meant to be in your life, please just listen and let them go.

There is grief in accepting someone won’t change!" (Nedra Tawwab) In the quiet depths of the heart, there lies a profound sorrow in the realization that someone may never change. It is a poignant acknowledgment, a tender letting go of hopes for transformation or growth in another. This grief is not loud or dramatic but a subtle ache, a gentle mourning for the possibilities that may never come to fruition. Accepting this truth requires a deep well of strength and resilience, a willingness to release expectations and embrace the reality before you. It is a bittersweet journey of acceptance but within it lies the opportunity to learn the art of detachment. Detachment does not mean indifference or lack of love; rather, it is the gentle practice of releasing the need to control or fix others, allowing us to embrace reality as it is. By cultivating detachment, we free ourselves from the weight of expectations and the pain of disappointment, creating space for acceptance and peace. It teaches us to love without attachment to outcomes, to honor our own well-being while holding compassion for others. In learning this art, we transform grief into wisdom, finding strength in surrender and serenity in embracing life’s impermanence

It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut." (William Shakespeare) Not everyone will understand the weight you carry—and that’s okay. Some will laugh at what they’ve never lived through, dismiss what they cannot see, or speak carelessly about wounds they’ve never had to tend. It’s easy to minimize someone else's pain when you’ve never sat awake with your own. True empathy doesn’t come from observation; it rises from experience—those quiet, raw places where life has broken us open and taught us how fragile the human heart can be. Only then do we learn to approach others not with judgment, but with gentleness. To see someone's scars and not flinch. To offer kindness, not critique. Because once you’ve been there, you don’t forget how much it meant when someone offered you understanding instead of advice.

You will not find a love that is perfect, but you will find a love that sees you. The kind that brings down your walls, that asks you to share the parts of your soul you have tucked away and kept hidden from the world. You will not find a love that is perfect, but you will find a love that shows you it’s okay to be someone who carries both hope and hurt. It’s okay to be someone who hasn’t always known how to calm the storms in their heart. And this love, it will hold you there. It will not judge you for the ways you have to heal your sadness, for the ways you show up in this world. Not just when you seem perfect, but even when you’re struggling. When you’re completely open and vulnerable. It won’t leave when you show your true self.

Date with a purpose. You deserve someone who has plans on marrying you one day. You deserve to find someone who understands love is not a game. It’s actually an investment. You know, as a person dating someone you should look at your partner as the mother or father of your future children. If you can’t picture them in the aisle, walking towards you with tears in your eyes, do me a favor ..... leave them alone. If you can’t picture the two of you building your dream home together or leaving homemade cookies out for Santa the night before Christmas with your children, there again .... leave them alone. Take my advice and if you don't plan on marrying them and building a future with them, take your hands off another person's future. ~ Cody Bret

The woman you were when you had to survive was a force of nature. She did what needed to be done—no matter the cost. She built walls, armored her heart, and carried burdens no one even guessed she was holding. She learned how to hide her pain behind a smile, how to steady her voice when the world tried to shake her, and how to keep putting one foot in front of the other when the ground felt like it was crumbling. You were the storm and the shelter at the same time. You found strength in places you didn’t know existed. You became tough, sharp, unbreakable—because you had to be. No one else saw the battles you fought in the dark, the times you cried in silence, the nights you wondered if you could keep going. That woman was a survivor, and she deserves your deepest respect. She is the reason you’re here today. She is the reason you made it through. But survival is not the same as living. Those days required a certain kind of grit, a toughness that got you through the worst, but also left you exhausted, wary, and always bracing for the next blow. You were always on guard, scanning every room for danger, expecting every kindness to disappear, and believing peace was just a pause before the next storm. Your heart became a fortress, your mind a battlefield, your soul a soldier. You survived because you had no other choice. But hear this truth: you are not in that place anymore. You have crossed the rough seas and made it to new shores. The air is different now, the sky is clearer, the world is not as cold and hostile as it once felt. You are not the hunted anymore. You are the leader, the creator, the woman who owns her story. You don’t have to live in survival mode any longer. You don’t have to flinch at every sound, tense up at every touch, or question every moment of peace. You are allowed to let your shoulders drop, to unclench your fists, to breathe deeply and freely, and to believe in safety. You have earned the right to rest. Rest is not weakness. Gentleness is not surrender. You can let your heart soften now. You can let your guard down—not because the world has stopped spinning, but because you have become wise enough to choose who gets close, strong enough to walk away from what hurts, and brave enough to trust yourself. You are smarter now, not just because you survived, but because you learned. Survival taught you resilience, but healing will teach you joy. You are allowed to step out of the armor that once saved you, and into the light that now calls you forward. You are not that scared girl anymore. You are a woman who knows her power. You are a woman who can stand in a room and hold her own, not out of fear, but out of confidence. You are a woman who leads with both heart and mind, who knows when to be fierce and when to be gentle. You are allowed to love again, to trust again, to hope again. The world may never be perfect, but you are not here to be small or afraid. You are here to live fiercely, to love boldly, and to lead without apology. Let go of the need to control every outcome. Let go of the belief that you always have to be tough. Let the world see your softness, your laughter, your vulnerability. These are not weaknesses—they are the marks of a woman who has survived and chosen to thrive. The version of you that survived was a masterpiece of strength. But the version of you that leads is a masterpiece of wisdom. She knows when to fight and when to rest, when to speak and when to listen, when to hold on and when to let go. You are allowed to change. You are allowed to become more than what your past demanded. You are allowed to shape your life, not out of fear, but out of possibility. You are allowed to rise. Do not be afraid of your own growth. Do not apologize for your healing. Do not shrink to fit an old story. The world is waiting for the woman who is not just a survivor, but a creator, a leader, a light for others still finding their way. It’s time to step into your new power. It’s time to lead with the lessons you’ve earned, to love with the depth you’ve discovered, and to live with the freedom you’ve fought for. You are not bound to the woman who only knew how to survive. She is part of your story, but she is not the whole story. You are allowed to outgrow her, to thank her, and to let her rest. This is your season to live. To lead. To become the woman, you always dreamed you could be—not just a survivor, but a force. Not just a fighter, but a builder. Not just a protector, but a creator of a life worth living. You are not just here; you are fully alive. And that, after everything, is your greatest victory." ✍️Deep Feelings 🎨credit to the artist via Pinterest

I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling right now. All I can say is that it hurts- everything hurts. My heart feels so heavy, and all I want to do is cry. I want to rest, but I don't know what kind of rest I need and where I can find it. ✍️unknown 🎨credit to the artist via Pinterest

Nothing's permanent, you just have to love it, while you still have it.

No matter how much time passes, No matter where life leads us— there’s a name I carry quietly in the corners of my soul… Yours. You weren’t just part of my story, You were the part that made everything else make sense. The one who made love feel safe. The one who showed me what it meant to feel seen. Every smile I wear still remembers you. Every silence between songs, every midnight breeze, every soft whisper of the wind— they all bring me back to you. You didn’t just pass through my life. You stayed. In the memories I cherish, in the lessons I carry, in the way I love now—with more depth, more grace, more heart. Even if we are miles apart, Even if our paths never cross again, You live here… In the rhythm of my heartbeat. In the warmth behind my quiet thoughts. In the forever I whispered when I first said your name. You are not just a memory. You are a piece of me. Unchanged. Unmoved. Unforgettable.

I need peace in my life more than anything right now. I don't want to be around any drama or conflict. I don't want to be surrounded by toxic people and those who do not respect my boundaries. I want to sip my coffee with nothing on my mind except good thoughts and good vibes. I want my place clean and tidy and so is my life. I want to sit on my sofa and think about nothing but peace of mind.

Letting go is hard, but staying with a man who makes you explain everyday how you need to be treated is draining. You can only repeat yourself so many times before you run out of energy, especially with a man who refuses to change or grow with you. The truth is, men aren’t complicated. He hears you, but he makes no effort because he doesn’t care, and no matter what you say, what you give, or how patient you are, it will never be enough for a man who doesn’t value you. At some point, you have to be real with yourself and say, “I’m not loved here. I’m not appreciated.” “I’m not valued. I’m not seen.” Then, walk away, and stay away because a man like that will never have anything new to offer you besides the same old heartbreak. and that’s real.

I smile whenever I receive a text from you. I wish you could see me smiling at the thought of you. I love you.*❤️

When you know who you are, You let them go. You let them judge. You let them misunderstand. And you stay unbothered. 💯❤️

The best parts of life are often unplanned—a spontaneous hug, a conversation that makes you feel seen, a sunset that stops you in your tracks. Stay open. These moments are everywhere." The best moments often just happen, not by careful planning, but as unexpected gifts. They are the spontaneous, comforting hug that melts away a difficult day, the profound conversation that makes you feel utterly seen and understood, or the breathtaking sunset that compels you to stop in your tracks, forgetting everything but its fiery beauty. These aren't moments we schedule or strive for; they are treasures found in the unscripted spaces of our days. To truly live, to truly experience the depth of joy and connection available to us, we must cultivate a spirit of openness. These tender, fleeting moments are not rare occurrences—they are everywhere, waiting to be noticed, ready to fill our lives with unexpected grace if we simply stay present and willing to receive them.

It took me so long to learn how to unlove people who hurt me instead of giving me the love I deserve. It took me so many sleepless nights to teach myself that some people don’t deserve me. It took me many years to forgive myself for all the self-hatred, for doubting myself when I wanted to take a step further, for trying to fix others when my heart was shaky and my voice was gone. I was so busy trying to understand others while ignoring how deep the pain was in my heart that I started becoming numb to how others treated me. So, when you try to love me, I don’t want you to love me on days that I am happy and my eyes are brimming with hope, I don’t want to be loved when I am singing with love, when my voice is filled with life. I want you to accept my saddest smiles, my emptiness, my cold stares and my sad songs. I need you to know that it took me so much to accept myself, it took me a lot to understand who I am, it took me days to own my dreams and stand for myself. So, when you try to shake my beliefs, know that I am unshakable, know that I am not ready to be half loved, know that I am worthy of love even when you can’t give me the world.

I need peace in my life more than anything right now. I don't want to be around any drama or conflict. I don't want to be surrounded by toxic people and those who do not respect my boundaries. I want to sip my coffee with nothing on my mind except good thoughts and good vibes. I want my place clean and tidy and so is my life. I want to sit on my sofa and think about nothing but peace of mind.

Fulfillment Isn’t a Destination; It’s a Daily Decision” You’ve been told that fulfillment comes after success, after marriage, after wealth. But what if fulfillment begins when you stop waiting and start living intentionally? Fulfillment isn’t found in the future. It’s found in the present moment—in the joy of breathing, the warmth of the sun, the laughter of a friend. It’s in choosing gratitude even when life feels heavy. It’s waking up and deciding to live fully, not just exist. Start asking yourself: What makes me feel alive? Who drains my energy? What does my soul need right now? Fulfillment isn’t about having everything; it’s about creating peace in the midst of everything. You are allowed to seek more but never forget to value the “now.”

Healing Isn’t Pretty, But It’s Powerful Healing is not linear. It's not a straight path or a perfect journey. It is messy, confusing, and sometimes lonely. But in that chaos, there is growth—deep, transformative growth. We often think of healing as a peaceful process, but the truth is, healing can feel like breaking. It requires us to face old wounds, relive painful memories, and confront the versions of ourselves we’ve tried to bury. Some days you’ll cry for hours; some nights you won’t sleep. But every tear, every ache, every silence—it’s a sign that your soul is trying to restore itself. Forgive yourself for the things you didn’t know. For the love you gave too freely. For the boundaries you didn’t set. You were surviving. And now, you are choosing to live. That is power. That is healing.

Dear Broken Heart, You Still Deserve Gentle Things” Just because someone didn’t value your love doesn’t mean your love wasn’t valuable. Heartbreak can make us hard. It teaches us to guard, to retreat, to expect the worst. But your softness is not a weakness. Your openness is not a flaw. You loved with depth, and that is a gift. Allow yourself to grieve the dream, the future you imagined, the time you gave. But don’t let the pain convince you that you are not worthy of love again. You are. Not just any love—but a steady, respectful, honest kind of love. The kind that doesn’t play with your heart, doesn’t silence your needs, doesn’t require shrinking. Rest. Cry. Laugh again when you’re ready. The right person won’t just love you—they’ll recognize the strength it took to still believe in love.

You Are Not Too Much; They Were Just Too Little” You’ve been told to tone it down. To shrink. To stop dreaming so loudly. But here’s the truth: You are not too much. The world just wasn’t ready for your kind of magic. You feel deeply, love fiercely, and speak honestly. That’s not a burden; it’s a blessing. The right people won’t make you feel like you're “too emotional,” “too ambitious,” or “too sensitive.” They will honor your depth and cherish your presence. Never water yourself down to fit into small spaces. If you have to dim your light to be accepted, it's not love—it’s control. Your intensity is divine. Your vision is valid. You don’t need to become less; you need to be around those who can hold more. “I am worthy of spaces that honor my fire, not fear it.”

You Are Not Too Much, They Were Just Too Little” Opening Thought: You’ve been told to tone it down. To shrink. To stop dreaming so loudly. But here’s the truth: You are not too much. The world just wasn’t ready for your kind of magic. Content: You feel deeply, love fiercely, and speak honestly. That’s not a burden; it’s a blessing. The right people won’t make you feel like you're “too emotional,” “too ambitious,” or “too sensitive.” They will honor your depth and cherish your presence. Never water yourself down to fit into small spaces. If you have to dim your light to be accepted, it's not love—it’s control. Your intensity is divine. Your vision is valid. You don’t need to become less; you need to be around those who can hold more. Mantra: “I am worthy of spaces that honor my fire, not fear it.”

“It’s Okay to Outgrow What You Once Settled For” Growth will cost you people, places, and versions of yourself. But the reward? Peace, alignment, and authenticity. You once stayed in that relationship because it felt familiar. You once chased that job because it looked good on paper. But now, you’re awakening. You’re realizing that what once felt like home, now feels like a cage. Outgrowing doesn’t mean you’re ungrateful. It means you’re evolving. It means you’re listening to the whispers of your soul. You are allowed to want more, to change direction, to leave behind what no longer nurtures you. Don’t stay where your heart feels unseen just because your history lives there. Let your growth scare you—but never let it stop you. "You are not abandoning your past. You are honoring your future."

True love goes beyond physical appearances; it’s not the body that captures your heart, but the soul. When you genuinely fall for someone, it’s their spirit, their kindness, their laughter, and the way they understand you that draws you in. Looks may attract, but it’s the depth of someone’s soul that makes you stay. Beauty fades with time, but a beautiful soul remains timeless. It’s in the silent understanding, the shared moments, and the emotional connection where real love lives. The body is just a vessel—what truly matters is the soul that shines from within and touches yours deeply.