#selflove

29 Aug 2022   “Disentanglement”   She was once loved by the demons, and so she had loved her back Scared to the unprecedented, she engraves her naive thoughts into feeding her insatiable monsters Echoing the delusionality of the future, she has tainted She has this heavy baggage she has...

In the quiet moments of reflection, I find myself grappling with the echoes of today's encounter with my mother. Her sorrow, a heavy burden she carries with such grace, weighs upon my heart. As she poured out her worries and fears, I listened intently, longing to offer comfort and solace. Yet, as...

This chapter is an open letter to myself. In the future, I hope I find you well rested. I know it’s hard to understand the meaning of rest — it sometimes feels impossible to slow down. In times like these I want you to remember when we lit the match of self love. When we…

Take me down to the river bend. I want to take a look at my reflection in the water and see if you’re still in it. Maybe the current will create waves high enough for me to meet you there. I see them in my dreams at night when I close my eyes and you’re…

How often have we fallen into the rabbit hole of self destruction? Mentally tearing our minds into confetti.  It’s not enough that the outside world judges us to be perfect, beautiful and charismatic, but now any shred of identity is in question. When did we lose our ability to be compassionate w...

While starting writing and journaling has already had a cathartic effect only three posts in, I also find myself overwhelmed by the flood of emotions, memories, and doubt the process has released. I think about so many things I want to unload. It’s pretty obvious that I’m a pro at bottling up. I ...

If you could stop one human emotion from existing, which one would it be? I have thought about this question for about 24 hours now and as usual I will go with my first gut response, which was Jealousy. Jealousy is really an emotion that protrudes off the branch of Fear. I hesitate to say…

I wrote a lot in the past. I started up a small blog where only a handful of people would read what I had to say, it wasn't fancy or anything, just a blog on a free app where I would upload some pictures and upload my journal entry. A few people had reached out…