Roar louder than your demons

Roar louder than your demons

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  • The Child I Was, The Partner I’m Trying to Be

    December 11th, 2025

    There’s a particular kind of loneliness that settles into you when you’re young —

    The kind that doesn’t just make you feel alone, but teaches you to be alone.

    It becomes a language, a habit, a posture you carry without realizing it. And then one day you’re grown, trying to love and be loved, and you discover that loneliness never really stayed in childhood.

    It followed you.

    It matured with you.

    It learned your adult vocabulary.

    For many of us, feeling alone as kids wasn’t dramatic or cinematic. It wasn’t the kind of loneliness you could name. Maybe you had people around you, even people who cared, but it still felt like you were on the outside of something warm and effortless. You watched other kids who seemed to fit into their families like puzzle pieces. You tried to decode their ease — how they trusted, how they leaned on people, how they believed they were wanted without having to earn it.

    You grew up thinking love was something you had to work for, prove, or protect yourself from. And when you carry those beliefs long enough, they start to shape how you show up in relationships later.

    The Transfer: Childhood Loneliness Transformed into Adult Love Uncertainty

    When you don’t feel anchored in love as a child, you learn to anchor yourself — even when you desperately wish you didn’t have to. You become self-soothing out of necessity, independent as a shield, hyper-aware of shifts in tone, timing, or distance. Your nervous system becomes a radar scanning for signs you’re about to be left.

    When you fall in love as an adult, you don’t fall freely.

    You fall while bracing for impact.

    You second-guess everything.

    You replay conversations in your head trying to analyze what you missed.

    You convince yourself the relationship will end long before any real cracks appear.

    You keep an exit strategy, even when you’re happy.

    You’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop — because in your childhood, it always did.

    And when something feels good? When someone actually cares?

    That’s when the fear gets louder.

    Because now you have something to lose.

    You watch people who seem to love effortlessly and wonder, How?

    How do they trust without hesitation?

    How do they allow themselves to be seen without flinching?

    How do they believe someone won’t leave?

    The truth is:

    You’re not broken.

    You’re not incapable.

    You’re just unpracticed.

    Love wasn’t modeled for you in a way that felt safe. So now, as an adult, you’re doing something incredibly brave — you’re trying to learn what you never got to learn back then.

    Every time you open up even a little, even with fear in your throat, that’s growth.

    Every time you stay instead of run when anxiety tells you to flee, that’s progress.

    Every time you allow someone to matter, you’re rewriting a story you didn’t choose but inherited.

    The loneliness from childhood doesn’t vanish on its own. It echoes.

    But echoes aren’t permanent — they fade when new sounds fill the space.

    You are creating new sounds:

    new patterns, new understandings, new ways of touching love without expecting it to disappear.

    You Don’t Have to Be Alone Anymore…

    The child who felt unseen still lives in you, but so does the adult who’s tired of surviving love and wants to actually experience it. That adult — you — is capable of learning connection, trust, and tenderness in real time.

    Feeling alone as a kid shaped you, yes.

    But it doesn’t have to define the way you love forever.

    You’re not late.

    You’re not behind.

    You’re just beginning with a different foundation — and that’s okay.

    -🦩

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  • Why I Stopped Being Everyone’s Go-To Person

    November 16th, 2025

    Please don’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm.

    There’s a quiet exhaustion that doesn’t always show. It hides behind smiles. We offer polite “I’m fine” replies. The small heroic gestures we do every day are for the sake of peace.

    It’s the exhaustion that comes from giving too much of yourself not once, but repeatedly, until there’s almost nothing left.

    There’s a phrase that captures this perfectly:

    “Don’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm.”

    The first time I heard it, I felt an immediate connection. It hit me like a truth I had always known. Yet, I had never dared to say it out loud. If you care deeply about people, you value harmony. You strive to do the right thing. This phrase feels both like a wake-up call and a relief. It reminds us that love, kindness, and compassion should never come at the cost of our own well-being.

    Setting yourself on fire doesn’t usually start dramatically. You don’t wake up one morning and decide to sacrifice your peace for someone else’s comfort.

    It happens slowly, in small, almost invisible ways.

    You say “yes” when you’re too tired to help, because you don’t want to disappoint someone.

    You listen to a friend vent for hours even though you’re emotionally drained, because you don’t want to seem selfish.

    You stay late at work. You pick up extra shifts or take on one more responsibility. You do this because you tell yourself, “they’re counting on me.”

    Each of these choices, in isolation, seems harmless. In fact, they even feel good. There’s a certain warmth that comes from being needed, from knowing you can make someone else’s day a little easier.

    But over time, those small acts of self-neglect build up like kindling.

    You burn a little more of yourself each day. You sacrifice your time, your energy, your boundaries, and your joy. Then, one day you realize that the warmth everyone else feels is coming from the fire you lit under yourself.

    And now, you’re standing in the ashes, wondering why you feel so empty.

    Why We Do It

    It’s not because we’re weak or foolish.

    In fact, people who “set themselves on fire” are often the strongest, most compassionate souls. They’re the ones who grew up learning that love meant sacrifice. They learned that being “good” meant being useful. They also believed that saying “no” was somehow unkind. Many of us carry invisible lessons from childhood or early relationships, lessons like:

    “Don’t upset anyone.”

    “Keep the peace at all costs.”

    “If people are happy, then you’ve done your job.”

    So we learn to stretch ourselves thin. We learn to anticipate others’ needs before our own. We become emotional caretakers, peacemakers, fixers. But what nobody tells us is that this giving has a quiet expiration date.

    You can’t pour endlessly without refilling.

    You can’t hold everyone up without your arms eventually trembling.

    You can’t keep pretending you’re fine when your soul is running on fumes.

    The Cost of Constant Giving

    The cost doesn’t show up all at once.

    It shows up in subtle ways the irritability that bubbles up when someone asks for “one more favor.” The numbness that replaces genuine joy. The way your body feels heavier when you wake up. It shows up when you realize that the things you used to love have changed. They no longer light you up the same way. Activities like reading, painting, cooking, and laughing have lost their spark.

    It shows up in resentment.

    It shows up in silence.

    It shows up when you start to question yourself.

    You start to wonder, “Why does no one take care of me the way I take care of them?”

    Here’s the painful truth:

    People get used to the version of you that gives endlessly. If you’re always available, they’ll assume you’re okay with that. If you never complain, they’ll assume you’re not hurting. And if you never draw boundaries, they’ll take you for granted. You’ve trained the world to believe your fire is infinite. In reality, you’ve been burning the same candle from both ends.

    Boundaries: The Line Between Compassion and Self-Sacrifice

    Setting boundaries doesn’t mean you love people less.

    It means you’ve finally decided to love yourself, too. Boundaries are often misunderstood as barriers, as if you’re shutting people out. But in truth, they’re bridges that help you connect more healthily.

    They tell others, “Here’s how we can love each other without losing ourselves.”

    A boundary might sound like:

    “I want to help, but I need some rest first.”

    “I care about you deeply, but I can’t be your only support system.”

    “I’m here to listen, but I’m not in a space to take this on right now.”

    At first, boundaries feel awkward, even scary. You’ll worry that people will think you’re cold or selfish. Some do. But the right people, the ones who love you genuinely, will respect your honesty and your limits. More importantly, you’ll start to feel a shift inside yourself.

    You’ll notice that you breathe easier. You feel lighter. You start to trust yourself again, not as a doormat, but as someone worthy of care, too.

    You Teach People How to Treat You

    Every time you say yes when you mean no, you send a message: My needs come second.

    Every time you hide your exhaustion behind a smile, you reinforce the idea that you’re unbreakable.

    Every time you pick up the slack for someone else, you send a message. You tell them — silently — that it’s okay to lean on you without limit. But when you start setting boundaries, when you start choosing rest and honesty over constant availability, you’re teaching a new message:

    My warmth is valuable, and it deserves protection.

    This doesn’t make you cold. It makes you authentic. Because love that requires you to abandon yourself isn’t love, it’s dependency. Relationships that thrive only when you’re self-sacrificing aren’t healthy; they’re imbalanced. Teaching people how to treat you isn’t about demanding respect; it’s about modeling it.

    The Fear of Disappointing Others

    One of the hardest parts of learning not to “set yourself on fire” is facing the fear of disappointing people. If you’ve spent years being the reliable one, the rescuer, or the peacemaker, saying “no” feels challenging. It can seem like betrayal — not just of others, but also of your identity.

    You think:

    • What if they stop liking me?
    • What if they think I’ve changed?

    What if they don’t need me anymore?

    But here’s the truth:

    You’re not responsible for managing other people’s comfort at the expense of your own. Disappointment is a natural part of life. It doesn’t mean you’ve failed someone; it means you’ve chosen truth over appeasement. Often, people who genuinely love you won’t be disappointed by your boundaries; they’ll be inspired by them. When you start honoring yourself, you invite others to do the same. Your courage becomes permission for others to reclaim their own energy, too.

    The Power of Saying “No”

    There’s a quiet strength in a gentle, grounded “no.” It is not the defensive no that comes from burnout or resentment. It is the kind that says, “I see your need, but I must honor mine.”

    “No” is not rejection — it’s redirection.

    It says, I care enough about our connection to show up honestly, not resentfully. Sometimes saying no means you can show up later more available, more patient, more loving. Sometimes it means creating space for someone else to grow, rather than rescuing them. Sometimes, it just means you rest, and that’s reason enough.

    Choosing Yourself Isn’t Selfish — It’s Sacred

    There’s a decisive moment that happens when you finally stop apologizing for needing rest, space, or peace. It’s the moment you realize that choosing yourself doesn’t mean rejecting others; it means reclaiming balance.

    Choosing yourself means: You stop explaining your boundaries as if they’re crimes. You start trusting your intuition instead of overriding it for approval. You start to understand that peace is not something you earn; it’s something you preserve. You can love people deeply and still choose yourself. You can show compassion without carrying every burden. You can care without burning.

    When You Stop Burning, You Start Glowing

    When you stop setting yourself on fire to keep others warm, something beautiful happens: your warmth becomes sustainable. It’s no longer forced or frantic; it’s steady, radiant, and alive. You start to show up more authentically. It’s not because you’re trying to prove your worth. It’s because you’re finally grounded in it. You learn that real love doesn’t demand constant sacrifice. You realize that you don’t have to dim your light for someone else to feel safe.

    You stop performing kindness and start embodying it.

    You stop fixing people and start inspiring them.

    You stop rescuing and start respecting.

    That’s when your fire — your real fire — starts to glow.

    Not a desperate blaze that consumes you, but a steady flame that lights the way ahead.

    Healing the Guilt

    Even after you start setting boundaries, guilt often lingers. You feel bad for saying no. You replay conversations in your head, wondering if you were too firm, too distant, too “selfish.” But guilt isn’t always a sign that you’ve done something wrong. Sometimes, it’s just a sign that you’re doing something different. You’ve trained yourself to equate self-sacrifice with goodness. So when you stop sacrificing, your nervous system panics, it tells you you’re doing something wrong.

    But you’re not. You’re healing.

    The guilt fades over time. This is especially true as you start to feel peace. You also gain energy from honoring your needs. Eventually, that peace will feel more familiar than guilt ever did. You’ll start to wonder why you waited so long to protect your own flame.

    Not everyone will understand your boundaries. Some people will resist, complain, or even disappear when you stop over-giving. And that’s okay. Let them.

    The people who truly belong in your life are those who love you without conditions. They will not just stay; they’ll thrive beside you. They’ll appreciate your honesty, respect your energy, and meet you halfway. Healthy relationships don’t need self-erasure.

    They need presence, not performance.

    Mutual care, not martyrdom.

    When you stop setting yourself on fire, the right people will stop standing by the flames. They will start sitting beside your light.

    Learning to Tend Your Own Fire

    So what does it actually look like to stop burning and start tending? It means checking in with yourself before you agree to something. It means asking, “Do I have the energy for this right now?” and respecting the answer, even if it disappoints someone. It means scheduling rest the same way you would a meeting. It means letting yourself be human, tired, unavailable, quiet without apology.

    Tending your own fire looks like:

    Turning off your phone after 9 p.m. Saying “I can’t talk about that right now” when you’re emotionally spent. Taking a weekend for yourself, even if others don’t understand. Asking for help instead of pretending you’re fine.

    It’s not selfish — it’s sustainable.

    And it’s how your warmth becomes something that nourishes you and others, not something that consumes you.

    A Final Reflection

    There’s a quiet revolution that happens when you finally stop setting yourself on fire. It’s not loud or dramatic. It’s gentle, like a sigh of relief. You start to remember who you are beneath the layers of responsibility, approval-seeking, and exhaustion. You rediscover the parts of yourself that were buried under obligation, your joy, your curiosity, your softness, your spark. You realize that being kind doesn’t mean being depleted.

    That love doesn’t demand your suffering.

    That your worth was never tied to how much you give, but to the simple fact that you exist. You learn that you are not the fire that burns itself out for others. You are the light that shines naturally, and that light deserves tending. So, if you’ve been carrying too much, stop. If you’ve been stretching yourself thin trying to keep everyone else warm — pause.

    Put down the match. Step back from the fire.

    And ask yourself: What if I saved some of that warmth for me? Because you deserve to feel the comfort you so freely give.

    You deserve to rest.

    You deserve to glow.

    The world doesn’t need you burnt out — it needs you bright.

    -🦩

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  • The Only Control We Truly Have Is Over Our Choices

    October 22nd, 2025

    It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon when I got the call. My carefully laid plans—the promotion, the new apartment, the vacation I had been dreaming of for months—were suddenly upended. A project I had poured my heart into was canceled, and my future felt uncertain. I sat there, staring out at the gray sky, feeling powerless. And then it hit me: I couldn’t control any of this. The only thing I controlled was how I responded. That realization was both terrifying and strangely liberating.

    Life has a way of reminding us—sometimes gently, sometimes brutally—that control is an illusion. We make plans, set goals, and try to steer our lives in the direction we want. Then something unexpected happens. It is a job loss, a health scare, a betrayal, or a twist of fate. Any of these can shatter the map we thought we were pursuing. In those moments, one truth becomes crystal clear: the only real control we have is over our choices.

    We can’t control what life throws at us. We can’t dictate how others behave, what they think, or what they feel. We can’t predict every turn in the road or shield ourselves from every storm. But we can decide how we respond. That decision—the power to choose our attitude, our actions, and our next step—is where our freedom lives.

    The Power of Response

    Psychologist Viktor Frankl, a Holocaust survivor, wrote that between stimulus and response there is a space. We learn that in that space lies our power to choose. Even in the darkest conditions imaginable, he found that human beings keep the freedom to decide how to face suffering. That truth applies to all of us, every day.

    You can’t always control your emotions when something painful happens. Still, you can choose whether to let those emotions rule you. You can’t control others’ opinions, but you can choose how much power you give them. You can’t control outcomes, but you can control your effort, your integrity, and your willingness to try again.

    Choice Creates Character

    Our choices define us far more than our circumstances do. Every decision contributes to the story of who we are becoming. This includes how we treat others. It also includes how we spend our time and how we respond to failure. When we choose kindness over resentment, we take control that truly matters. Opting for courage over comfort is another example. Choosing patience over panic demonstrates this control as well.

    It’s tempting to believe that happiness will come once everything finally “goes our way.” The truth is that peace begins when we stop trying to control the uncontrollable. We should start mastering our inner landscape instead. Think of it as steering a ship in the fog. You can’t clear the clouds. Yet, you can adjust the rudder, sail, and anchor to keep moving ahead.

    The Paradox of Choice

    Here’s the twist: choice is both liberating and terrifying. Having freedom is beautiful, but it also comes with responsibility. Every decision carries consequences, and the weight of “what if” can be paralyzing. That’s why awareness is critical. To wield choice wisely, we must pause, think, and consider—not endlessly, but enough to align our actions with our values.

    Even the smallest choices matter. Choosing to smile at a stranger can ripple outward. Choosing to forgive yourself can free you from years of regret. Choosing to act despite fear can change the trajectory of your life. These micro-choices accumulate, shaping who we are, who we love, and what we leave behind.

    Letting Go to Gain Freedom

    Letting go of control doesn’t mean giving up; it means shifting our focus to what’s actually within our reach. We can’t rewrite the past. We can’t predict the future. But, we can choose to be here now. This means acting with intention, compassion, and awareness. That’s not weakness. It’s wisdom.

    Here’s another twist: embracing choice fully often requires embracing uncertainty. Life is messy, unpredictable, and beautifully imperfect. Trying to control it all only creates tension and disappointment. When we accept uncertainty as a natural part of the journey, we free ourselves. This allows us to make choices that matter. We stop chasing illusions of control.

    A Daily Practice of Freedom

    The good news is that exercising this control is a practice. Every day presents moments to choose: how we speak, how we respond, how we show up. Sometimes the right choice is obvious; sometimes it’s not. But each conscious choice strengthens our agency and builds resilience. Over time, we realize that even when life feels chaotic, we are never powerless.

    So when life feels overwhelming, remember this: you don’t need to control everything to find peace. You just need to control your next choice—and then the one after that. Step by step, these choices shape your path more powerfully than any illusion of control ever. And in that realization lies a profound freedom. It is the freedom to navigate life, storm by storm, with intention, courage, and grace.

    -🦩

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  • Understanding Your Limits: Choosing Yourself When Life Doesn’t Slow Down

    October 20th, 2025

    Let’s be honest — life isn’t just busy right now. It’s a full-blown juggling act.

    You’re in grad school. You’re working more than 40 hours a week. You’re going to the gym, and working on yourself. You’re raising a family. On top of that, you’re coaching. That’s five full-time jobs right there. Somehow, you’re expected to still have energy left over. You need to be patient, here, and productive.

    Sound familiar? Yeah, me too.

    The truth is, when life moves at this pace, it’s easy to forget that you’re human. You tell yourself, “I’ll rest later.” Or you say, “I just need to get through this week.” But, later never seems to come. And that’s why understanding your limits — and knowing when to choose you — isn’t just helpful, it’s necessary.

    Let’s talk about what that really means.

    Limits Don’t Mean You’re Failing — They Mean You’re Functioning

    You know those days when everything feels like too much, but you still try to push through? The dishes pile up. The assignment deadline is creeping closer. Your kid needs help with homework. The team has a big game this weekend. And you think, “If I just keep moving, it’ll be fine.”

    Except it’s not fine. Because your body and your brain start sending little signals — headaches, short temper, exhaustion that coffee can’t fix.

    Here’s the thing: those signals aren’t signs that you’re weak. They’re reminders that you’re functioning at 110%, and your system is asking for a break. Limits aren’t the enemy; they’re built-in protection.

    You wouldn’t drive your car for months without an oil change, right? You’d never tell your players to push through an injury. So why do we treat ourselves like we can go forever without rest?

    It’s not failing to slow down — it’s wisdom.

    You Can’t Be Everything for Everyone, All the Time

    Let’s talk about the guilt that comes with saying no. There is that tiny voice. It says, “You should be capable of handling this.” It also says, “If you say no, you’re letting someone down.”

    Yeah, that voice is loud. Especially when you’re the go-to person — the dependable one, the strong one, the one everyone counts on.

    But here’s the truth: being everything for everyone comes at a cost. You can’t fully support your kids if you’re constantly running on empty. You can’t be there for your team either. Your work and your studies will suffer too. Something’s gotta give — and too often, that “something” ends up being you.

    Choosing yourself can look like saying no to a project. It involves rescheduling a practice. Or it means admitting that you need an extra day to turn something in. And that’s okay. You’re not letting people down — you’re modeling balance. You’re showing your kids and your players that boundaries are healthy, not selfish.

    It’s not about doing less — it’s about protecting your capacity so you can do what matters most, well.

    Rest Isn’t Optional — It’s Survival

    Let’s be real — rest looks different in your world. It’s not bubble baths and spa days (though those sound amazing). It’s more like catching your breath between classes or sitting in your car for five quiet minutes before heading inside.

    Rest means saying, “The laundry can wait,” or deciding cereal is a perfectly fine dinner tonight. It’s not lazy — it’s survival.

    We have this cultural idea that rest has to be earned. You have to prove you’ve worked hard enough first. But that’s backwards. Rest isn’t a reward — it’s what helps you keep going.

    When you rest, you’re not falling behind. You’re recharging the part of you that makes everything else possible — your energy, your patience, your creativity. And trust me, your future self will thank you for that nap you almost felt guilty about taking.

    Choosing Yourself Isn’t Selfish — It’s Strategic

    Here’s a secret I’ve learned: choosing yourself is a skill. It’s not easy — especially when your default mode is “show up for everyone else.” But choosing yourself doesn’t mean you stop caring; it means you start caring intentionally.

    Sometimes choosing yourself sounds like:

    “I can’t take that extra shift this week.” “I need a night off practice.” “I’m turning off my phone after 8 PM.”

    And you know what? The world doesn’t fall apart when you do that. In fact, everything starts to flow better because you’re operating from a place of clarity, not chaos.

    Choosing yourself is about being strategic with your energy. It’s about asking, “What really matters right now?” and giving yourself permission to not do everything all at once.

    You Deserve Grace, Not Guilt

    You’re doing more than most people will ever understand. Still, it’s so easy to focus on what didn’t get done. The missed assignments, the messy kitchen, the text you forgot to reply to. But let’s pause right here: look at everything you are doing.

    You’re raising kids. You’re pursuing a degree. You’re coaching and shaping young lives. You’re holding down a job. And somehow, you’re still standing. That deserves recognition — not guilt.

    Give yourself grace for the days you feel stretched thin. Grace for the nights you’re too tired to study. Grace for the moments you need to cry in the shower or vent to a friend.

    You are not falling behind. You’re building something beautiful, even if it feels chaotic right now.


    Here’s the truth, friend: you are doing an incredible job. But strength isn’t just about how much you can carry — it’s about knowing when to set something down.

    Choosing yourself doesn’t mean the world stops needing you. It just means you’re making sure you don’t disappear in the process of showing up for everyone else.

    So today, take one small step to honor your limits. Maybe that means resting. Maybe it means asking for help. Maybe it means saying no.

    Whatever it looks like — just know this: choosing yourself isn’t giving up.

    It’s how you keep going.

    -🦩

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  • Hydration: The Simple Self-Care Essential

    October 18th, 2025

    When we think about self-care, we often picture spa days, meditation apps, or endless journaling sessions. But sometimes, the most meaningful self-care doesn’t come with a scented candle or a mindfulness playlist. It comes from something much simpler: a glass of water.

    Hydration is the foundation of how your body cares for you

    Your body is made up of roughly 60% water. Every system from your brain to your skin to your muscles depends on it. Water helps regulate your temperature, flush out toxins, transport nutrients, and keep your joints cushioned. So when you drink water, you’re not just quenching thirst. You’re giving your body the tools it needs to work well. Think of it as your body’s daily maintenance routine.

    Dehydration disguises itself as stress, fatigue, and irritability

    Ever felt foggy, cranky, or exhausted for no obvious reason? Sometimes, it’s not lack of sleep or too much screen time it’s dehydration. Even mild dehydration can affect mood, focus, and energy levels. When you start feeling off, take a moment before reaching for caffeine or sugar. A few sips of water can be surprisingly grounding a small pause that reconnects you with your body.

    It’s self-care because it’s intentional

    Self-care isn’t always glamorous it’s about tuning into your needs and responding with kindness. Set a reminder to drink water. Carry a refillable bottle. Or flavor your water with lemon or cucumber. These are small but meaningful ways to show yourself care and consistency.

    It’s about saying, “I matter enough to take care of my basic needs.”

    Reminder: You’re basically a potted plant, don’t be a succulent

    You need sunlight, rest, and plenty of water. Sure, succulents look cool, but they survive on neglect, not exactly the vibe we’re going for. Be the thriving, leafy houseplant version of yourself: well-fed, well-watered, and full of life. Keep your water bottle close. Refill it often. Think of every sip as giving your roots a little love.

    Hydration is linked to emotional well-being

    Research shows that people who stay hydrated report feeling calmer and more positive. When your body feels balanced, your emotions often follow. It’s one of the easiest ways to support both your mental and physical health without needing an elaborate routine.

    Make it a ritual, not a chore

    Turn hydration into a ritual of mindfulness. Start your morning with a full glass of water before coffee. Keep a favorite bottle by your workspace. Take slow sips throughout the day and notice how your body responds. Each sip becomes a small, quiet act of care, a reminder that self-love doesn’t have to be complicated.

    The takeaway

    Staying hydrated is one of the simplest, most affordable, and most effective forms of self-care. You’re a living being, not a low-maintenance succulent treat yourself like a thriving plant. So the next time you’re looking for a way to reset or nurture your well-being, start with water. It’s self-care in its purest form.

    -🦩

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  • A Warriors Heart

    October 7th, 2025

    When life seems to be falling apart,
    and hope feels far away. Remember that storms will pass, and brighter skies will come one day.

    In the chaos and the struggle,
    find strength from deep within.
    Hold on tight to your courage,
    let perseverance begin.

    Through shattered dreams and broken hearts, new beginnings will arise. Rebuilding from the ashes,
    with faith as your guide.

    So when all seems lost and uncertain, and fear begins to start. Trust in that inner resilience,
    for you hold a warrior’s heart.

    Embrace the challenges that come,
    for they will shape your soul.
    Through the darkest of the nights, you’ll find your way back to whole.

    So continue to stand tall, for this storm too shall pass. Believe that from the rubble of despair, a stronger you will rise at last.

    -🦩

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  • Rising From Nothing: Rebuilding My Life and Rediscovering Myself

    October 5th, 2025

    What would you do if you lost all your possessions?

    It’s one of those questions people ask hypothetically, never really expecting to live out the answer.

    I used to think I knew.

    I told myself that things didn’t define me, that I’d be okay without them. But then I lost everything — and suddenly, it wasn’t a theory anymore.

    I was forced out of my comfort zone, out of my familiar spaces, and into a new reality, starting life from scratch. Everything I had once built, every object, every routine, every symbol of stability, was gone.

    And for a while, I was angry. I was scared. I was tired in a way I’d never been before.

    Rebuilding from nothing is a kind of exhaustion that lives deep in your bones. It’s the weight of uncertainty pressing down, the daily decision to keep moving even when you don’t know where “forward” leads.

    But here’s the thing no one tells you: it’s also one of the most powerful and transformative experiences you can have.

    Because when everything is stripped away, you meet yourself — your real self — without distractions, without labels, without the noise of comfort.

    The Breaking Point Became the Turning Point

    At first, I thought I had hit rock bottom. But over time, I realized I had actually hit a foundation, the ground floor of a new beginning.

    When you have nothing, you start to see what truly matters. I learned how strong I really am, how creative I can be when resources are limited, and how deeply human connection matters when the rest of the world feels out of reach.

    I stopped chasing the illusion of “having it all” and started focusing on “becoming whole.”

    The challenges that once felt unbearable became teachers. The fear that once paralyzed me became fuel. The uncertainty that used to shake me now reminds me that growth always starts in the unknown.

    Finding New Passions, Gave A New Purpose

    With everything gone, I had to rediscover what gave my life meaning. Slowly, I found joy in simple things — cooking a basic meal, creating something with my hands, taking time to breathe and reflect.

    I started writing, painting, learning, and actually dreaming again. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to. Passion wasn’t something I chased anymore — it was something I uncovered, buried beneath years of routine and comfort.

    And in rebuilding, I learned gratitude on a deeper level. Every small victory — a roof over my head, a home cooked meal, a good day — became a reminder of how far I’d come.

    The Reward of Starting Over

    Rebuilding from nothing has been both exhausting and rewarding. It’s not a straight path or a pretty story. But it’s real. It’s raw. It’s human.

    I’ve learned that losing everything doesn’t mean losing yourself. It means you’re given a chance to redefine who you are, what you value, and what you’re capable of.

    And if you’re in that place right now — if you’re standing in the middle of loss, and ashes. Unsure of what comes next — know this:

    You can rebuild.

    You can rise.

    You can turn your breaking point into your greatest breakthrough.

    Sometimes life takes everything from you so it can give you back yourself. And that, I’ve realized, is the most valuable thing I’ll ever own.

    -🦩

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  • Three Years Away from Pieces of My Soul

    October 4th, 2025

    Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

    I’ve spent the last three years somewhere between presence and absence. Not gone, not entirely—but not fully here either. There’s a hollow in me now, carved slowly, almost imperceptibly, like water wearing away stone. It’s the feeling of being out of place, of watching life happen around me while I float on the edges, untethered.

    When it first started, I didn’t notice. The days blurred together, ordinary and safe, but every laugh I joined felt slightly forced, every conversation slightly out of sync. I would leave rooms with my chest tight, asking myself why everything I once loved—the places, the people, the routines—felt so unfamiliar. Over time, I realized that it wasn’t the world that had changed—it was me. Or maybe it was that I had left pieces of me behind somewhere along the way.

    Pieces I didn’t know I had. The part of me that used to get lost in music, in books, in conversations that stretched into the night. The part of me that felt fiercely alive when I was creating, exploring, connecting. Those pieces were scattered, perhaps even sacrificed, in the name of survival, adaptation, or just plain endurance. And in their absence, I’ve felt a quiet, persistent grief—like mourning someone I can’t touch anymore.

    The hardest part isn’t the loneliness. It’s the subtle alienation from yourself. You wake up and look in the mirror, and there’s recognition, but also distance. A stranger lives in your skin, wearing your face. I have learned how painful it is to exist in the gap between who you were and who you are becoming—sometimes it feels like I am suspended, neither here nor there, forever waiting for a return I’m not even sure I want anymore.

    And yet, there’s a strange clarity in this exile. When you are stripped from the familiar, stripped from the fragments that once felt essential, you start to notice what really matters. You start to ask uncomfortable questions: Which parts of me were real, and which parts were borrowed to fit in? Which pieces of my soul did I abandon to survive, and which have I been holding onto, afraid to claim?

    Some days, the weight of this absence feels unbearable. I can trace the edges of it in quiet moments—in the pause before sleep, in the empty seats at gatherings, in the long silences that stretch between messages I never send. It’s raw, unfiltered, relentless. And yet, I’ve begun to see that this pain is not a void—it’s a signal. It’s a reminder that the soul remembers what the mind forgets. It remembers the pieces we neglect, the sparks we dim, the desires we silence.

    So I gather them slowly. Not all at once. Not perfectly. A fragment here, a memory there, a passion reawakened in a fleeting moment. I write, I reflect, I feel, I fail. And with each small reclamation, I feel more whole, more myself, more capable of existing in a world that has so often felt alien.

    Three years away from pieces of my soul have taught me that being out of place is not a curse—it is a calling. It is an invitation to search, to grieve, to reclaim, and to rebuild. It is uncomfortable, devastating, and brutally honest—but also necessary.

    I don’t know when the journey ends. Maybe it doesn’t. Maybe the point isn’t to return to what I was, but to embrace what I am becoming: a self forged in absence, tempered by longing, and slowly, beautifully, gathering the pieces I once lost.

    -🦩

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  • He Cheated and It Wasn’t About His Wife

    October 2nd, 2025

    Let’s get one thing straight: he cheated, and it wasn’t about his wife.

    It wasn’t about her body.

    It wasn’t about her loyalty.

    It wasn’t about her love.

    It wasn’t about anything his wife did—or didn’t do.

    It was about him. And about the type of woman who willingly became the other.


    To Him: The Weak Man in a Husband’s Skin

    You had a woman who loved you fiercely. She built a life with you. She supported you when no one else did. She believed in you, even when you didn’t believe in yourself.

    You threw it all away for a cheap thrill.

    That’s not manhood.

    That’s cowardice.

    Cheating is a choice.

    Your choice screams narcissism: you need validation constantly and will sacrifice anyone in your way to get it.

    Your choice screams impulsivity: you act on wish without restraint.

    Your choice screams emotional immaturity: you run from discomfort instead of facing it.

    Your choice screams entitlement: you demand loyalty while giving the absolute bare minimum in return.

    Don’t dare blame her.

    Your wife wasn’t lacking.

    You were.


    To Her: The Mistress Who Thought She Won

    Then there’s you. The other woman. The one who slithered into someone’s life, thinking you were clever, assuming you were special. You weren’t chosen because you were better. You were chosen because you were willing — willing to lie, willing to sneak, willing to be a secret.

    Psychologically, your choices reveal:

    Low self-esteem: settling for scraps and calling them treasure.

    Validation addiction: mistaking stolen attention for real worth.

    Lack of empathy: watching destruction unfold without remorse.

    Predatory tendencies: Sometimes, even enjoying the power of someone’s pain.

    You Didn’t “Win.”

    You grabbed a liar, and you call him a prize. That’s not power. That’s desperation. There was no competition.

    None.

    He didn’t cheat because his wife wasn’t enough. He cheated because he’s weak, selfish, and incapable of facing his own flaws. He didn’t choose you because you are superior. You were chosen because you were willing to join in his betrayal.

    That’s not love.

    That’s chaos masquerading as passion. He’s a man who can’t face himself honestly. The mistress thrives off validation and destruction. Together, you embody a toxic cocktail of dysfunction. You are two broken people who feed off each other’s weaknesses. You leave wreckage in your wake. You two will continue to rot in your mess. Keep lying to each other. Keep feeding your delusions. Keep proving every flaw in your characters.


    To the woman who stayed loyal.

    You gave love, trust, honesty, and most of all loyalty. To the one who you thought deserved it all and instead you received the ultimate betrayal. His cheating says nothing about you.

    Your worth is untouched.

    Your integrity is intact.

    You didn’t lose.

    You weren’t the cause.

    You are not the problem.

    You are free.

    You will become stronger.

    You will become whole.

    He cheated because it was about him. It was about everything broken inside of him.

    -🦩

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  • When the House of Cards Falls

    September 23rd, 2025

    Lies are fragile things. They can look convincing for a while, standing tall like a carefully stacked house of cards. Each untruth leans on the next, each excuse balanced precariously on another. From the outside, it even seems solid, impressive. But those who build with lies are really building with paper. One strong gust of truth, and the whole thing comes crashing down.

    The thing about deception is that it demands maintenance. One lie leads to another. A single omission becomes a story. A story requires new characters, new details, new scaffolding to keep it upright. It takes energy to hold it all together, energy that eats away at a person’s peace of mind. And still, the cracks grow wider.

    Because truth has a way of shining through. It takes time, but the weight of reality always wins. When the house of cards finally collapses, it is rarely subtle, it falls suddenly, dramatically, and completely. And when it does, everyone can see the mess for what it is.

    For those who’ve been on the receiving end of lies, that collapse can bring both pain and clarity. Pain, because betrayal cuts deep. But clarity, too, because the illusions are gone. You no longer have to live in someone else’s story. You are free to step out from the rubble, stronger for having seen the truth.

    For those who have built their lives on lies, the lesson is harsh. It is necessary. Shortcuts through dishonesty are temporary at best. A house built on deception can’t stand. Truth is heavy, but it is the only foundation that lasts.

    In the end, the collapse of lies is not the end of the story. It’s the opportunity to start a new one. One where honesty clears the ground for something real, something unshakable, something worth standing up for.

    -🦩

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