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Living With Anxiety — A Little Bit More Than Before
Even on the days I’m not so sure — this is for the ones who think healing is loud, and for the quiet battles fought behind held breaths. Anxiety doesn’t need a reason; it just needs space to be understood.
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Writing as Self-Reflection: Confronting Fear and Paralysis
Writing became my icebreaker — a way to confront fear, reflect on my life, and keep moving forward, even when everything felt heavy and overwhelming.
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The Weight I Was Never Meant to Carry
Letting go of emotional weight is a journey, not a single decision. It begins with noticing the small spaces where light can enter, even when mornings feel stormy. This reflection is about letting go of emotional weight, learning to release what was never yours to carry, and discovering quiet love in unexpected places. It’s been weeks since I last blogged.My memories — my idea of love — have shifted. Mornings feel heavy, so I brace myself in the dark. Yet, light still finds its way in small, unexpected corners. I watch it creep across the floor, a quiet reminder that it exists — not everywhere, not in everyone, but somewhere.…
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Family Estrangement Reflection: Navigating Distance
This blog unfolds a silent war fought within—yearning for family connection amidst silence and omission. It explores the emotional cost of sacrifice, the desire to leave, and the courage to live for oneself.
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Detach: The Ache of Letting Go Between Victimhood and Validation
Detach, they said. But how do you let go of what you never got to hold properly? This piece sits in the space between survival and silence — between needing to be seen and finally seeing yourself.
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Waking Up with Anxiety and Trauma: The Quiet Horror We Still Don’t Talk About
Waking up with anxiety and trauma triggers isn’t rare. This piece explores how silence, shame, and survival shape our mornings.
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The Power of Hands: Healing Without Touch
She didn’t walk into my life. She arrived like a name in a sealed envelope. No context, no story, no clue. And somehow, from ten feet away, with a single movement of her hand — she brought me back to myself.
