35 and Learning Myself From Scratch
As I turn 35, I’m realising that healing doesn’t always look like answers. Sometimes it looks like beginning again; learning yourself slowly, honestly, without judgement. I’m unlearning the idea that strength means silence, that discipline equals wholeness, or that doing…
There Is No Reward for Being Good
I used to believe that being good would save me; that obedience, kindness, and quiet endurance would lead me to peace. But life has taught me otherwise. Goodness doesn’t guarantee happiness. Sometimes it just leaves you lonely, overlooked, and exhausted…
Mourning the Lost Twenty Something and Choosing to Live the Next Chapter
Ageing is strange. One day you’re young and carefree, the next you’re the adult making decisions that shape lives. Lately I’ve been realising how quickly time has moved, and with that realisation comes a quiet grief — grief for the…
I Died at 25 — and It Saved My Life
At 22, I was convinced I wouldn’t live past 25. I prepared for the end with quiet determination, arranging my life as if it were a countdown. But life, in its strange, unpredictable way, had other plans. At 25, half…
The Weight of Being Invisible: How Childhood Shapes Self-Worth
Recently, I watched a video by StephCo, a YouTuber known for her thoughtful commentary. In this particular video, she was reflecting on pretty privilege—the idea that those deemed conventionally attractive are often treated better, given more opportunities, and seen through…
Learning to Celebrate Myself: Breaking a Lifetime of “Do Better” Conditioning
It’s interesting how many of us struggle to celebrate ourselves. We hold back, worried that celebrating will come across as vain, as if acknowledging our own success will outshine someone else or make them feel lesser than. But lately, I’ve…
