Thinking Out Loud

Two years ago, the life I have so carefully curated came to an end. Words I used to cringe at now have a different meaning. Spiritual...

I used to think I was the invisible one. Unseen, unwanted, unchosen. But the truth? I just hadn’t yet become the version of me who could see what was always there. This isn’t about a person. This is about proof that became visible only when I was able to see myself fully. That the love, the power, the presence was always mine. I just had to remember.

A quiet, honest reflection on the moment your truth becomes louder than your fear. This post explores the inner conflict that comes with change - the pull between comfort and authenticity and how real bravery often begins with a single, silent thought: “Something’s not right.” It’s about the slow build of self-trust, the power of allowing space before action, and the strength found in choosing yourself, one small moment at a time.

When you finally outgrow the version of yourself that was built for survival, it doesn’t go quietly. This is the story of how I laid Anya to rest and what emerged when I stopped trying and started allowing

A raw and honest reflection on the invisible cage we grow up in, the beliefs we never chose, and the monsters we unknowingly let live inside our minds. This is the awakening before the awakening - the moment we realise we’ve been numb all along. And the first breath on the other side.

What if your people-pleasing wasn’t all polite smiles and soft no’s, but a full-scale disconnection from your fire, your needs, your voice? This entry explores the kind of people-pleasing no one talks about: the kind that turns you into a stranger to yourself.

Unmasking the way fear masquerades as love, how external validation kept me disconnected from your truth, and how reclaiming your worth starts with seeing yourself clearly, possibly for the first time.