writing
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I Grew Up Ashamed of Existing And I’m Learning to Heal
One of my earliest memories is being yelled at by my father for wetting the bed. I was just a child. I didnāt know what I was doing. My body did things I couldnāt control, and instead of comfort, I… Continue reading
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When Joy Feels Dangerous: A Personal Exploration into the Fragility of Happiness
Thereās something strange about joy.For some of us, it doesnāt feel safe. It doesnāt feel easy or natural or soft.Joy, instead, feels like a risk. Like a candle that might be blown out any moment. Like a song that will… Continue reading
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The Quiet Weight of Sadness
I donāt really know what my first memory of sadness is. Not in a clear, defined image anyway. But I do know that sadness was presentā¦ often. I remember the feeling of not being accepted, not being seen. The shame… Continue reading
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The Emptiness Inside Me
Lately, Iāve been feeling this strange tension between wanting to do something, anything, and at the same time feeling completely disconnected from everything. Thereās no clear direction, no desire pulling me anywhere and so I started thinkingā¦ maybe I need… Continue reading
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From Surviving to Living: My Saturn Return and the Sacred Power of Becoming Myself
I donāt know exactly where it came from. That feeling crept in so quietly, I barely noticed. All I knew was that somewhere between emotional explosions and black holes, I started to feel something I hadnāt felt in a long… Continue reading
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My Journey Through Spiritual Silence, Kundalini Hints, and a Blooming Lotus
For as long as I can remember, Iāve been in constant inner dialogue, with my guides, with my intuition, with the unseen layers of Spirit. But then something began to shift. Gradually, my mind grew quieter. The familiar voices I… Continue reading
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Me vs. My Mind ā The Most Exhausting Battle and the Most Powerful Ally
There are seasons in life where I donāt feel like Iām living with my mind , I feel like Iām surviving against it. Itās not just a little inner voice whispering doubts now and then; itās a full-blown internal war.… Continue reading
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The Illusion of Freedom ā My Personal Awakening
There was a time when I thought freedom meant running away. From rules.From expectations.From the weight of āyou have to.ā I grew up with a constant pressure on my shoulders. Not the kind you can see, like bags or bricks.… Continue reading
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The Hunger That Was Never Mine ā My Fight With Greed
I didnāt think I had much to say about greed.It felt foreign, like something that belonged to “them.”The rich, the powerful, the hoarders of wealth, of resources, of control.Not me. Iām just trying to survive and create beauty. Right? But… Continue reading
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I Was Never Meant to Fit In ā Homesick for Something More
Thereās a kind of homesickness that doesnāt fit into words.Itās not about missing a place ā itās about missing a feeling.A feeling Iāve never even truly experienced in this lifetime. For as long as I can remember, Iāve felt like… Continue reading
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