I didn’t know it then, but the moment I let go of what was never mine to carry, everything shifted. For years, I had lugged expectations that weren’t meant for me, the unspoken rules, the imagined futures, the judgments, and the grief that wasn’t entirely mine to hold. I thought strength meant holding on, that… Continue reading Part Two: The Birth of the Unseen Self
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Trusting God When the Map is Missing
Trusting God has always felt like stepping into a dark room without a light switch. Some people are handed roadmaps and safety nets, but if you’ve grown up without a guide, without a mother to teach you what’s ahead, you know how quickly life can feel like uncharted territory. For me, faith was not handed… Continue reading Trusting God When the Map is Missing
My First Heartbreak: The Family That Should Have Been
People talk about heartbreak like it’s something that happens in your teenage years, wrapped in first loves and high school dances. But mine came long before that. My first heartbreak wasn’t about a boy—it was about family. I grew up wanting what seemed so simple: siblings who felt like built-in best friends. I used to… Continue reading My First Heartbreak: The Family That Should Have Been
Dreaming of Mother-Daughter Trips
I often find myself dreaming of mother-daughter trips. Those special moments filled with laughter, adventure, and the simple joy of being together. Trips where stories are shared, hands are held, and memories are made. But for me, those trips never happened. My mom was cremated, and her ashes were scattered into the ocean when I… Continue reading Dreaming of Mother-Daughter Trips
Everything feels heavy
I’ve come to live with a strange paradox: I can have everything success, recognition, things people admire and still feel like I have nothing at all. On the outside, my life might look perfect. People might envy my achievements or the way I carry myself. They see only what I let them see, often a… Continue reading Everything feels heavy
I wish I could’ve saved her
I wish I could’ve saved her sooner, Younger me.The one with big dreams and a soft heart.The one who believed everyone’s wordsExcept her own. I wish I would’ve had faith in little me.The girl who whispered promises in the dark,Vows to escapeVows to growVows to survive. I wish I would’ve listened to little me.She had… Continue reading I wish I could’ve saved her
The chance I never got
I never got the chanceto see the roles reversed to tuck her in when the world wore her down,to stroke her hair and say, “Rest now, I’ve got you.” She gave and gavefrom a well that seemed endless,but I never got to refill it.Never got to be her safe place,her warmth in the cold,her peace… Continue reading The chance I never got
The Good That Comes From Grief
The good that comes from grief is hard to see when you’re drowning in it.But over time, I’ve realized my mom left me a gift. It took me years to understand. For the longest time, I thought I was just surviving. That I was wasting the life she gave me, the lessons she could never… Continue reading The Good That Comes From Grief
Villain Origin
Life is so cruel,sharp as the wind through a child’s torn coat,cold in a way that no one prepares you for.I blink, and the world redraws itself.One less heartbeat.One more ache. Is this my villain origin story?The silent scream behind brave eyes,the scar that doesn’t show but burns all the same.They only see the anger,… Continue reading Villain Origin
The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Even a Second Thought
There’s a moment that splits your understanding of the world in two…the before and after. For me, that moment came with one sentence: “I’m tired of raising other people’s children.” I was the child. The one who lived in the house, who was there every day, who heard that sentence and knew it wasn’t meant… Continue reading The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Even a Second Thought