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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 funny how we often lose pieces of ourselves in the process of loving others. Especially as mothers, solo or happily married, we pour so much of our time, energy, and heart into our families that somewhere along the way, we forget who we were before we became...
I remember not too long ago. It was a regular Sunday morning. The kind where the sun peeks through your curtains, reminding you that it’s time to get up even when you don’t really want to. The house was quiet, except for the sound of the washing machine humming in 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...
I used to think that walking away was the hardest part of a toxic relationship. Turns out, it wasn’t.It was waking up the next day alone, empty, and asking myself who I was without the person who made me feel like I was never enough. You see, toxic love has a way of...