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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...
There’s a quiet kind of peace that comes with being alone — the kind that doesn’t ask for noise, validation, or company. It’s not the same as loneliness, although, for a while, I used to think they were twins. When I first found myself truly alone, it felt like the...
It’s a quiet Sunday morning, the kind where the world feels like it’s taking a deep breath. The coffee smells stronger, the air feels gentler, and for once, there’s no one rushing you to do anything. I’ve come to love mornings like these, the kind that used to feel...