Tag: writing

There was a time when I walked through life feeling like I was constantly under attack. Every rejection, every cold shoulder, every unreturned call felt personal—like proof that I wasn’t enough. I spent years carrying the weight of assumptions, believing that people were intentionally hurting me, leaving me out, dismissing my feelings. And it broke me.

But then, something shifted.

I realized that people weren’t trying to hurt me at all. They were just trying to survive. They were protecting themselves in the only ways they knew how. Their silence, their distance, their detachment—it wasn’t a reflection of my worth. It was a reflection of their fears, their struggles, their own battles that I couldn’t see.

And when I let go of the idea that I was the target, I found peace.

Love Is More Than Words

I used to think love had to be spoken. That if someone truly cared, they’d say it loud and clear. But life has a way of teaching us the lessons we most resist.

Love doesn’t always come in the form of words. It’s in the way someone checks in on you, even if they don’t have the right things to say. It’s in the way they sit beside you in your silence, not needing to fill the space with empty comforts. It’s in the small, unnoticed acts—the coffee made just the way you like it, the text that simply says, “thinking of you.”

Love exists in gestures, in patience, in presence. And just because it doesn’t look the way I once thought it should, doesn’t make it any less real.

The Power of Alignment

I spent so much time feeling disconnected, like I was living a version of myself that didn’t quite fit. I said things I didn’t mean, I made choices that didn’t align with my values, and I let my actions contradict the person I wanted to be.

And it left me exhausted.

Then, I learned that true magic happens when my thoughts, values, and actions finally align. This is integrity—not just honesty, but wholeness. The moment I stopped trying to be who the world expected me to be and started honoring who I truly am, everything changed. Life felt lighter. My relationships felt deeper. The noise in my head quieted.

I wasn’t chasing something anymore. I was finally living it.

Judgment and Acceptance: A Mirror to Myself

I used to be quick to judge. I’d see someone make a choice I didn’t agree with, and I’d form opinions about their character, their motives, their worth. I didn’t realize that my judgment wasn’t about them—it was about me.

Every criticism I had for someone else was a reflection of something I hadn’t yet accepted in myself. My discomfort with their choices was actually my own internal struggle, my own lingering insecurities.

But when I started showing myself grace—when I embraced the parts of me that I used to reject—I found that I had more grace to give to others. The way I saw the world changed. The way I saw people changed. And most importantly, the way I saw myself changed.

This Life Is Mine

And maybe the most powerful thing I’ve learned—the thing that truly set me free—is that this life is mine.

I get to decide what meaning I make from my experiences. I get to choose the story I tell about myself, about my past, about the road ahead. I get to define my purpose, my path, my worth.

I am not a supporting character in my own life. I am the writer. The narrator. The one who decides how this story unfolds.

And knowing that? Feeling that deep in my bones? It gave me the courage to truly live.

To Anyone Who Needs to Hear This…

If you’re struggling, if you’re carrying the weight of feeling unseen, unheard, misunderstood—I want you to know that you are not alone. You are not too much. You are not unworthy. You are not the sum of your worst days or the rejections you’ve faced.

You are growing. You are learning. You are becoming.

And when the moment comes—the moment when everything shifts, when you finally see yourself with the same love and grace you offer others—you’ll realize that your story is still yours to write.

And it’s going to be beautiful.