Unfiltered. Unpolished. Unapologetically real. These are the intimate reflections pulled straight from the pages of my journal—the thoughts I used to keep to myself but now share to set others free. This is where healing speaks first and editing comes second. Welcome to the in-between moments, the divine downloads, and the words I never meant to say out loud… until now.
Reminder:All you had to do was stop holding space for people who don’t know how to fill it. Let them ghost. You’re too radiant to haunt.Let them stall. You’re on divine timing.Let them fumble. You’re not their lesson you’re your own liberation. Keep this energy. You already won.Now let the magic unfold. Say it louder…
Last night, under the pink moon, Venus slipped into Libra in Aries.The love moon soft but sharp didn’t just whisper… it exposed.Karmic loops, emotional patterns, behaviors I kept repeating unconsciously. And this morning, under the stillness of new light… I feel it.The shift.Old patterns dissolving.Attachments that once felt like home now echo with hollowness.They don’t…
There was a time when silence would gut me.When not hearing back meant I wasn’t enough.When I used to hand people the pen and ask them to write the ending to my story. But something’s different now.Because when he wrote back I didn’t crumble.I didn’t shrink.I didn’t flinch. I had already found my peace in…
Let’s be real dating right now feels like a swipe-fueled social experiment. One second you’re vibing, the next you’re wondering if you imagined the whole damn connection. It’s awkward. It’s draining. And sometimes? It’s wildly clarifying. Because lately I’ve realized… it’s not even about them. Dating has become a mirror. Not a finish line.And weirdly,…
“Stop shrinking.”You already know you’re the one.You keep asking for signs, but you are the sign.You’ve been the evidence. The mirror. The medicine. And the moment you stop trying to prove your worthis the moment everything starts flowing. She’d continue… “Let them watch. Let them wonder. Let them talk.”You didn’t come here to be liked—You…
From the pages of my journal no edits, just truth. If you’ve ever been called “too much,” this one’s for you. I’m not afraid to get hurt.I’m afraid of living closed off.I’d rather feel deeply than dim down just to fit someone else’s comfort zone. I’ve been told I’m too open.Too available. Too trusting. Too…
Not every blog will be polished. Some will be healing in progress. here’s something sacred about a journal. The rawness. The chaos. The revelations written in half sentences at midnight.The breakthroughs buried in venting.The truths that don’t sound pretty but feel real. Pages from My Journal is not your typical blog category. This is the…
A blog by Cynn | DavinaLiving There was a time I thought healing meant chasing the light.Now I know I am the light.I just had to burn. When I say God, I mean me.When I thank God, I thank myself.When I say “I am,” I’m speaking from the truth that created the universe.And that truth…