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Today, while sitting with my coffee and trying to make sense of this past week, something just clicked for me.I realized how much of my energy I actually give away without noticing.Not because people force me… but because I’m so used to being the “yes” person. You...
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...
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...
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...