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Where love, heartbreak, and healing live in words
On February 12, 1943, 73-year-old Muhatma Gandhi began a 21-day fast in Poona, India. He wanted unity between the Hindu and Muslim religions, removal of the label “untouchable” given to lower class people in India, restoration of home industries, and independence from the British government. He declared he would fast until changes were made in…
I’ve been living inside a fragile bubble—one built from anxiety, false hope, and expectations that were never rooted in reality. Inside it, I’ve been drowning in emotions I didn’t have to carry. Exhausted by things I could have walked away from all along. I kept choosing people who didn’t choose me. I gave love to…
I hope I don’t jinx this by saying it out loud, but… this year has been unfolding so gently, so beautifully. Lately, I’ve been reminding myself to slow down—to truly stop and smell the roses, to breathe it all in, and to thank the universe for the life I’ve been given. Because my heart… it’s…
And you taught me what this feels like, And then how it feels to lose it. And you showed me who I wanted. And then who I wasn’t. And you ticked every box. And then drew a line. And you weren’t mine to begin with. And then not to end with. And you looked like…
When our story first began, I had no idea how magical it would become. I wasn’t broken… but I wasn’t whole, either. I was somewhere in between—existing, moving forward, accepting the life I had built—never realizing that something inside me had quietly gone dim. And then you appeared. Your smile felt like sunlight finding its…
As I sit here thinking about the sweet sound of your voice, how the softness of your lips enamored my being, that beautiful smile that transforms me into a giddy thirteen year old girl and how you take my breath away, I simply can’t control this smile on my face anymore. My mind is continually…
Where Love Heals 