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  • Rebuilding Without Bitterness

    There comes a moment — quiet, almost imperceptible — when the weight of the past loosens its grip. Not because the pain is gone, but because you finally stop trying to make it make sense. The grief, the betrayal, the endless ache of what could’ve been — it doesn’t vanish, it just becomes part of Read more

  • Their Loss

    “They used you…” No. They received genuine love and care from me, and they played themselves. I saw a similar quote on a reel posted by J-Okayyyy on Instagram. It took me a couple of reads to really sink in, but when it did? It cracked something wide open. Absolute game-changer for the whole “poor Read more

  • A Cautionary Tale

    There’s a particular sting that comes with realizing I missed the ⚠️ warning signs ⚠️ — the red flags 🚩🚩🚩practically waving like parade banners while I smiled and said, “No, no, they’re probably just having a rough day.” It’s not stupidity, and it’s not willful blindness. It’s my reflex to hope. I want to see Read more

  • My Thanksgiving Reflections

    On Thanksgiving, I like to slow down and take a real look at my life — not through the lens of everything that’s happened, but through the lens of everything I have. Gratitude feels richer when it’s rooted in the present, and right now my life is full of things worth appreciating. I’m grateful for Read more

  • Getting Through The Day

    There’s a kind of magic in surviving an ordinary day, though it rarely feels like magic while you’re doing it. Most days aren’t epic or cinematic — they’re cluttered, repetitive, emotionally uneven. You wake up with last night’s worries still clinging to your ribs, roll your shoulders against the weight of everything you’re carrying, and Read more