Some wounds stop screaming and learn how to sit quietly beside us. This is a reflection on grief, faith, love, and the strange surrender that comes when survival becomes second nature.
Tag Archives: self-love
When the Soul Feels Tired
Been sitting with my heart feeling heavy, not knowing where to begin. Lately, my soul feels tired. Like it has completed a circle… or maybe it hasn’t. Maybe that’s what confuses me the most. I stand on this strange path where I know God won’t let me fall, yet I still try to control whichContinue reading “When the Soul Feels Tired”
The Child Who Learned to Read the Room
The Voice That Remains Some days it feels like healing has happened.And some days, a 12-year-old voice still speaks clearly enough to interrupt that belief. She remembers fear, of noise, anger, abuse. And in listening to her, a question begins to form: how much of what is called “empathy” is actually adaptation? Even now, reactionsContinue reading “The Child Who Learned to Read the Room”
The Divine Canvas
Art as Devotion I recently found myself wandering through the quiet corridors of the National Craft Museum, a place that always manages to still the noise in my head. As a painter, it feels less like a museum and more like a prayer space. There’s something sacred about witnessing devotion preserved in thread, cloth, wood,Continue reading “The Divine Canvas”
An Unforgettable Metro Ride
Today, I saw two little girls in the metro with their mother. The girls looked about five and six years old, sitting close together on the corner seat. Both wore matching, slightly dusty sandals and simple clothes. They were carefully holding a small table with a Ludo game printed on it – it looked brandContinue reading “An Unforgettable Metro Ride”
Lost in a World That Feels Unrecognizable
Feeling lost is just the first step to being found. I find myself staring at my phone, unable to put my thoughts into words. There’s a heaviness in my chest, my breaths are short, and it’s as if life is showing me sides I never knew existed. Growing older has brought with it an unsettlingContinue reading “Lost in a World That Feels Unrecognizable”
Finding My Way Back to Writing & Painting
For years, I poured love and nourishment into areas of my life, ignoring the toll they took on me and venting my frustration and anger through writing and painting. Initially, painting and writing were my escapes from the harsh realities and disappointments I faced. They were my sanctuary, a place where I could pour outContinue reading “Finding My Way Back to Writing & Painting”
A Journey of Self-Discovery
One night beneath the starry sky so vast,I sat, cold breeze touching, memories past.Reflecting on battles fought and pain endured,Wondering if those struggles were ever assured.Unsettled, I pondered this strange dismay,Things I claimed mine were slipping away.Not even myself could I truly claim,Why did we fight? What was the aim?In the quiet, beneath the cosmicContinue reading “A Journey of Self-Discovery”
People Forget
In letters to your future self, A thought sneaks in, like a helpful elf: No matter if your deeds were grand, People forget, as time’s soft sand. Be it good or bad, big or small, In the end, memories fall. Don’t fret about what others may say, In the end, they’ll drift away. If you’reContinue reading “People Forget”
Finding Hope: How ‘One Day’ Can Change Everything
What does “one day” mean? Each time I navigate an emotional wave and sense myself engulfed by it, I remind myself, “One day,” you will emerge from it. But will I truly? Isn’t life like the ocean, with one wave after another? I genuinely don’t know. Growing up, I’ve come to understand that pain andContinue reading “Finding Hope: How ‘One Day’ Can Change Everything”
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