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Where love, heartbreak, and healing live in words
As you were leaving, you looked down to see pieces of my heart lying on the floor. You leaned over, picked them up and handed them to me ever so gently, as if they could be repaired with super glue. But, you failed to realize that when you left, you took some pieces with you and…
All week, I have been waking up with a peaceful heart. The kind of quiet happinessthat doesn’t ask for attention— it just exists. This morning, I ran through the cold, breath visible in the air, lungs burning, but alive. I worked on my paper, met a friend for lunch, laughed in the way you do…
Emotional scars.The ones no one sees.The ones that live quietly beneath the surface—etched into the heart instead of the skin. Maybe it’s time we redefine them.Redefine what we are proud of. Because scars don’t just say, I was hurt.They say, I survived.They say, I endured loss… and I am still here. I went from this—a…
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…
