Hold Close, Unsent Some words never reach their intended ears but they free you when spoken. This is one of those. For anyone who’s ever felt too much, too soon, and had to hold it all in anyway. From Me to You. You’ll never read it, but I’ll always feel it. You had those golden…
Unsent. Unspoken. Unshakable. I knew you weren’t what you appeared to be.I felt it before you said a word. You wear confidence like armorSharp edges. Smirks. Deflections. But your soul?Soft.Wounded.Terrified of being held too long. You told me you don’t trust how you feelEspecially when it feels good. And baby, that was the truest thing…
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…
You don’t have to grip it to receive it. Detachment isn’t giving up it’s letting go of how it comes. One of the hardest lessons in healing, manifesting, and becoming is this:You don’t control the timeline. You do the work.You align your energy.You plant the seed.Then… you release the grip. Sounds cute until you’ve been…