Becoming softer, stronger, and more you — one gentle step at a time.
October 14th — On a quiet evening walk I remembered how healing once took me to the darkest places, not to punish me, but to show me the parts that were still asking for love.
September 23rd – In the quiet after.
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 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.
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.
August 14th — This morning, with tea in hand and sunlight on the table, I kept thinking about yesterday's post.
August 13th — Soft mornings teach me that even the heaviest feelings can be met with gentleness.
August 3rd — At 4:31 AM. Couldn't sleep. These words demanded to be written.