Two years ago today, I packed my bags and walked away from my marriage—one of the most painful chapters of my life. I still remember the weight of that moment. I recorded a video as I left the apartment where I once believed I’d build a life full of joy and laughter. Instead, it had …
Continue reading Two Years Ago Today: The Day I Chose Myself
I used to ask myself, “Why wasn’t I enough for him?” Why wasn’t my love enough for him to stay? Why couldn’t I make someone choose me the way I chose them? But something shifted in me this year. I stopped asking why they didn’t love me and started asking why I didn’t love myself …
As the big 4-0 quietly approaches, I find myself reflecting on the woman I’ve become. Forty years on this Earth — and what a ride it’s been. There have been chapters I never thought I’d survive. Moments that cracked me open so deeply, I wasn’t sure how I’d put myself back together. I’ve known betrayal …
There’s a quiet shift that happens after heartbreak — not the kind that’s fleeting or dramatic, but the kind that guts you. The kind you never really see coming, and then you realize you saw it all along. I used to think love meant sacrifice. That if I just gave more, forgave more, proved I …
You know those unexpected memories that resurface—the ones you thought you deleted or buried so deep they’d never return? One of those showed up in my photo memories recently. A snapshot from 2023. Just a simple image, but with it came a flood of emotions I wasn’t ready for. 2023 was a year that almost …
This month has been one of deep introspection — a journey inward I didn’t know I needed until the noise around me became unbearable. One of the biggest lessons I’m learning in this season of healing is how to stop needing to be with someone. As an empath whose love languages are physical touch, gifts, …
As Father’s Day approaches, I find myself reflecting deeply on the two men in my life who have shaped my view of love, protection, and what it truly means to be a man—my father and my brother. The Man Who Gave Me Everything, With So Little My father was dealt one of the roughest hands …
“There are moments in life when words fail, and all the soul craves is to collapse into arms that don’t ask questions—just hold. The kind of hug that doesn’t fix anything, but makes everything feel survivable.” There’s something sacred about a hug—the kind that isn’t rushed or shallow, but deep and grounding. The kind where …
There’s an old parable from the Bible that’s been echoing in my heart lately: “The wise man built his house upon the rock…” It tells of two men—one wise, one foolish. The wise man built his house on solid rock; the foolish one on shifting sand. When the rains poured and the winds howled, the …
There’s something about the way I love that I’m only just beginning to understand. It’s not casual. It’s not convenient. It’s consuming. Intentional. Sacred. When I love, I don’t tiptoe. I leap. I don’t whisper affection—I speak it fluently, like a second language. I don’t just touch the surface—I dive into the depths of who …
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