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I’ve been thinking about the past lately but not in a “cry over what happened” kind of way, but in that quiet moment when life gives you just enough stillness to admit what you’ve been avoiding.And here’s the truth that stung me a little the first time I said it out...
Let’s talk about something you’ve probably struggled with for years: saying “no” without feeling like you’re letting the whole world down. Because if you’re anything like most women, especially women who have been through separation, motherhood, healing, rebuilding,...
There’s something about Sundays that slows everything down whether you planned for it or not. The world feels softer, the light settles just a little kinder, and the silence… well, sometimes it feels comforting, and sometimes it feels like it’s staring right back at...
You’ll know you’re healing after heartbreak when your laugh surprises you. And I don’t mean the polite, “I’m okay, really” kind of laugh.I mean the real one, the one that slips out before you can stop it. If you’ve ever had your heart broken, you know what I mean....
The first time I took myself out on a date, I’ll be honest, I felt awkward. Did I felt guilty because I was doing things without my kids? Heck, yes! There I was, sitting alone in a café, pretending to scroll on my phone like everyone else, while secretly wondering if...
I don’t know about you, but Sundays always make me feel a little sentimental. Maybe it’s the quiet. Or the way the light hits differently through the window. Maybe it’s the fact that Sunday mornings used to mean family breakfasts and now it’s just me and my coffee,...
You know what nobody really tells you about starting over? It’s not about the grand gestures, the big moves, the new jobs, or the dramatic “new chapter” moments.Most days, it’s about the small, quiet things. The cup of coffee that actually tastes good again. The...
If you’ve ever woken up after a big heartbreak or a major life change, maybe after a separation, a loss, or a dream that just didn’t happen, you know that mornings can feel heavier than nights. Because nights let you cry. But mornings? They ask you to start again. And...
There’s a strange kind of silence that follows separation. It’s not the same silence that comes when everyone leaves the house, it’s the kind that settles deep inside you. The kind that feels both heavy and hollow. Suddenly, there’s no “we,” no “us,” no “our plans.”...
Sundays used to make me restless. The quiet, the stillness, they made me uncomfortable. When the world slows down and you have nowhere to be, silence can sound deafening. It’s in those moments that your thoughts start whispering the truths you’ve been too busy to...
There are moments in life when words just stop working. When no explanation feels enough, no apology feels complete, and no conversation can fix what’s already been broken. That’s when silence steps in, not as an empty space, but as something sacred. I used to fill...
There comes a time in every woman’s life when she simply gets tired, not the kind of tired that sleep can fix, but the kind that comes from giving too much of herself to people who never really stayed. It’s a soft kind of surrender. Not giving up on love, but letting...