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  • A Child’s Holiday

    Christmas morning at Grandma and Grandpa’s house feels like waking up inside a secret wonderland. The house is quiet but full at the same time, like it’s holding its breath. I wake up early anyway. The air smells different here—like coffee, cinnamon, and something already cooking even though it’s still morning. The living room glows Read more

  • Highlights of 2025

    What positive events have taken place in your life over the past year? I saw this prompt, and my plan was to highlight all the positive things that happened this year, before year’s end. I have a massive backup on Google Photos of everything that happened (I take a LOT of photos), and a I Read more

  • 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