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  • Choose Love Anyway

    In this life, I hope you always choose love. Even when it’s scary. Especially when it’s scary. Choose love. Choose connection. Choose friendship. Choose the things that make your heart race and your palms sweat—because those are the things that matter. Those are the things that make life richer, deeper, and more worth it. Choose…

  • “I’m Done.”

    I can’t seem to find the words to express how I feel. I just want to let go. I want to crawl out of my own damn head because it’s not real fun in here. It’s cluttered with regret, with reruns of old conversations I should’ve walked away from. I knew this was going to…

  • Even though it ended,

    I don’t regret the hope I had. Hope made me brave enough to try. To believe. To open my heart when fear told me to shut it tight. It didn’t go how I wanted— But that hope? It was proof I still had faith in something beautiful. And I’ll never be ashamed of that. Hope…

  • “The Middle” — That Godforsaken, Quiet Place Where Healing Hangs Out

    I hate this place. This place right here — the in-between. The space after the heartbreak, after the goodbye, after the mental door has been shut, locked, and sealed with a whispered prayer you had to force out through tears. You know you’re not going back. You know it wasn’t meant to be. You’ve accepted…

  • I write to heal.

    I write to reflect. With every word poured onto the page, the weight inside me gets a little lighter. The shadows lose their grip. The pain loses its voice. I write to stay free. To release. To breathe again. I write in hopes that my truth might echo in the hearts of those who need…

  • I know now—

    love given is never lost. Not a single kind gesture, not a single selfless act was ever wasted. Even if it wasn’t received the way I hoped. Even if it didn’t come back the way I gave it. It all mattered. It all planted something. And it was never in vain. Every ounce of love…

  • I love the person I am—

    the one I’ve fought to become. Through pain and sorrow, joy and tears, I’ve evolved. My heart is pure, my intentions are good, and I no longer shrink to be palatable. I’ve learned that sometimes my role in someone’s life had nothing to do with me—and that’s okay. Not every chapter was meant to be…

  • The Truth I’m Finally Learning to Accept

    Trigger Warning: Raw thoughts, grief, heartbreak. This isn’t a pity post. It’s not some desperate attempt for attention or sympathy or comfort. It’s just the truth—the kind that tastes like blood when you speak it out loud. So if you’re looking for inspiration or silver linings, turn back now. This is the part of the…

  • Minute by Minute

    I know—minute by minute, hour by hour—the sharp edge of your absence will dull. I know the tight knots in my stomach when your face flashes through my mind won’t stay forever. Someday, I’ll think of you and it’ll feel more like a memory than a wound. Grieving someone who’s still alive—who still breathes, still…

  • “You Knew—and You Let Me Love You Anyway”

    How long did you know? How long were you going to let me think we had a future—while you were already walking away in your mind? How long were you going to let me believe I was something real to you, something steady, something safe? How long were you going to stand there, let me…