Purple Pages

September 17th — I had just started my university studies when imposter syndrome appeared like a morning mist, settling over everything with a quiet veil of self-doubt.

September 15th — Last night, I caught myself scrolling long past midnight, even though my body begged for rest. And in that moment, I realized: sometimes the hardest boundaries to set are the ones with myself.

September 13th – A gentle note: From popcorn to belonging — the same simple joy.

September 10th — Tonight, while brushing my teeth, I realized: even this is self-love. Not glamorous, not picture-perfect, just quiet care.

September 8th — I opened my journal today and realized something: I've been writing about self-love for months, yet I've never really reflected on what it means, and what it doesn't.

September 6th – Today I caught myself smiling at the light on the kitchen table. The memory still visited me later. Both happened, and both belong.

September 1st — The air was crisp, the sky softer, and I realized with a quiet awe: we are already in autumn. Life moves in cycles.

August 29th — The songs she never danced to, and the healing I found by imagining she did.

August 28th — Tonight, the steam from a hot shower wrapped me like a soft blanket.

August 25th — Sitting by the window with tea, I realize—even in the unfinishedness, life whispers that I don't have to wait to feel whole.