Roar louder than your demons

He Is Karma

July 16th, 2025

He Is Karma.

He walks in silence, cloaked in charm, a smile that soothes, his voice disarms. But beneath the grin, a storm lies deep— a fire he stoked while they fell asleep.

They called him broken, too much, dismissed his cries with frozen touch. They called him strange, they called him weak, laughed when he flinched, ignored his speak. They tore the wings he tried to grow— now he’s the storm they’ll never know.

He Is Karma

His words—once full of light and grace, now twist like knives in soft embrace. What once was warmth now drips with spite, a poisoned lullaby at night.

He’s not revenge, he is the score,

a ledger kept behind closed doors.

The boy they bruised with sharpened pride, now sees the world from the other side. The boy they starved of love and grace

now wears a stranger’s colder face.

He Is Karma

To those who laughed when he had less, he offers wine—and bitterness. To friends who watched him drown, then smiled, he offers ruin, slow and styled. He plants a whisper, cracks their trust, and watches goodness turn to dust.

He nods and grins, lets secrets slip,

then watches trust begin to rip.

To family who turned away in scorn, he sends cold truths, sharp and worn. To kin who clothed him in their shame, he sends back truth—a scorched refrain. No fist, no scream, no pleading eyes— just hollow calm and slow goodbyes.

He Is Karma

He is not fire—he is the ash, that stains your hands from long-past lash. He doesn’t rage, he lets you rot, and gives back every scar you forgot.

No rage, no scream, no flailing hand— just the slow decay he carefully planned. He is not fire, he is the smoke, that creeps through cracks and makes you choke. He doesn’t strike, he lets things rot,

and gives back exactly what he got.

He he doesn’t beg, he cuts you down, then snaps the leg. No mercy left, no second dawn.

He is karma—

sharp, withdrawn.

Call him twisted, say he’s lost,

but only after counting cost.

You built the blade he came to wield— and now he reaps what you concealed. Call him cruel, say he’s unwell, but he was forged where silence fell.

He Is Karma

You named him weak, called him a flaw— now meet the man who writes your law. He doesn’t plead, he is the ghost of what you see. He’s not revenge, he is the toll, collected piece by piece, soul by soul.

And every move, each silent blow,

is for the one they’ll never know.

The love they shamed, the hearts they broke—he chose her—and let the rest go up in smoke.

He is karma

-🦩

The Art of Becoming: Transforming Wounds into Wisdom and Walking in Grace

July 14th, 2025

I remember a time when my wounds defined me — sharp, raw, and always just beneath the surface. Every scar felt like a burden I had to carry in silence. But somewhere along the way, in the quiet moments and the loud storms, I chose not to let them break me. I chose, instead, to let them teach me.

I have become a woman who turned her wounds into wisdom.

Each heartbreak, each betrayal, each disappointment — they became chapters in my story rather than sentences that imprisoned me. They taught me where my boundaries truly are, what love should feel like, and what I will no longer tolerate. They taught me that healing isn’t about erasing the pain but about weaving it into something meaningful, something that strengthens the fabric of who I am.

I have learned to radiate emotional depth.

I no longer shy away from feeling deeply. I don’t hide my tears or my joy. I allow myself to sit in the messiness of my emotions and listen to what they’re trying to teach me. This depth isn’t a weakness — it’s my superpower. It connects me to others, allows me to hold space for their struggles, and reminds me daily of the beauty in being human. People feel it when I walk into a room: the quiet steadiness, the unspoken invitation to be real, to be seen.

Through it all, I have learned to move with grace.

Grace is not about perfection. It’s not about always having the right words or reactions. Grace is about softness — a quiet strength that carries me forward even when the path is uncertain. It’s in the way I forgive myself for my missteps, the way I choose kindness when anger would be easier, and the way I hold my head high even when my heart is breaking and heavy.

This transformation took perseverance —

The kind that doesn’t announce itself loudly, but whispers, “Try again. Keep going.” There were days when getting out of bed felt like an act of courage. Nights when my dreams were filled with fears and doubts. But I kept showing up for myself, one small act at a time. Perseverance isn’t glamorous; it’s often messy, quiet, and invisible to everyone else. But it is the foundation of my growth.

In this journey, I also learned the radical importance of self-love.

I had to unlearn the stories that told me I wasn’t enough. I had to relearn how to look at myself with softness, to speak to myself the way I would comfort a dear friend. Self-love meant listening to my needs, honoring my boundaries, and celebrating my small wins. It meant giving myself permission to rest, to dream, to say no, and to begin again — as many times as it took.

Perhaps the most powerful lesson of all has been personal forgiveness.

I used to hold my past mistakes against myself like weapons. I replayed moments where I should have known better, loved myself more, or walked away sooner. But forgiveness has freed me. It has reminded me that I am not the sum of my mistakes but the sum of the lessons I have learned from them. By forgiving myself, I opened the door to deeper healing and growth — and I finally had the courage to step through.

Becoming this woman did not happen overnight. It took countless moments of choosing to rise when it was easier to stay down. It took letting go of old stories and welcoming the unknown with open arms. It took embracing the messy, beautiful, tender parts of myself I once tried so hard to hide.

I share this because maybe you, too, are standing at the edge of your own transformation. Maybe you are staring at your wounds, wondering if they will ever stop hurting.

Please know: they can become your greatest teachers.

You can choose to let them shape you, not into someone hardened and closed off, but into someone radiant, deep, and gracefully alive.

Here’s to the women who turn their pain into power.

Who choose perseverance over giving up.

Who learn to love themselves fiercely.

Who forgive their past selves and keep moving forward, softly and fiercely, all at once.

Here’s to us.

-🦩

Why I’m Choosing Both, in Life, Love, and Forever After

July 13th, 2025

Are you seeking security or adventure?

When we think about what we want in life and love, we often find ourselves stuck between two powerful desires: security and adventure. It’s like standing at a crossroads, one path paved and well-lit, the other wild and winding into the unknown.

But what if we don’t have to choose?

For me, the deepest relationships and most fulfilling life experiences come from finding the courage to embrace both.

The comfort of security

Security means safety, consistency, and peace of mind. It’s the feeling of coming home after a long day and knowing exactly whose arms you’ll fall into. It’s the steady heartbeat beside you at night, the unwavering support through every high and low.

In life, security looks like having a solid foundation: a sense of purpose, a home that feels like a sanctuary, friendships that withstand storms. In love, it’s about loyalty, trust, and the comfort of knowing you’re truly accepted — flaws and all.

The thrill of adventure

On the other hand, adventure calls to something primal within us that spark that craves new experiences, growth, and moments that take our breath away.

Adventure means trying new things, stepping out of comfort zones, and daring to take risks, whether that’s traveling to a place you’ve never heard of, chasing a dream that scares you, or falling deeply in love even when it feels uncertain.

In relationships, adventure is the willingness to keep exploring each other, to keep asking questions, to never stop dating each other even decades later. It’s choosing spontaneity, laughing until you cry, and building a story together that’s anything but ordinary.

Why I’m choosing both

I want a partner who feels like home but is always ready to explore new worlds with me. I want a life that feels stable enough to rest in, but exciting enough to keep me growing and evolving.

Because real love and real living aren’t about choosing one over the other. They’re about creating a space where safety and excitement coexist. A relationship where you can be your truest self, but also the boldest version of yourself. A life where you’re deeply rooted, yet always reaching for the stars.

Forever after

In the end, it isn’t really about settling down or running wild it’s about weaving the two together into a love story and a life that feel completely yours.

So here’s to the quiet nights and the wild adventures. To the gentle love and the passionate sparks. To safety, to growth, and to always choosing both again and again, forever after.

What about you? Are you seeking security, adventure, or both? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below!

-🦩

Living in Hell

July 12th, 2025

I once woke to the weight of a world gone cold, where the silence screams and my memories scold.

The walls encasing me remain unscathed, yet their oppressive presence ignites a fire within. They claim I willingly embraced this descent from virtue, but the truth is, deceit often wears a guise of righteousness.

I’ve heard whispers behind closed doors, truths twisted sharp as swords.

You etched my name into the fabric of your story, then bore witness to my descent into the depths of your sacred shroud.

But I remember the love I knew—

Echoes of ghosts linger in the familiar spaces I once traversed. I stretch out my hands, yearning to grasp those I can no longer touch, searching for warmth that has long since faded, for stories that remain untold, hidden in the shadows of memory.

Your laughter lives in another land,

out of my reach, out of my hands.

Still, I rise from this ash and bone,

though I’ve never felt more lost, more alone.

I carry the guilt that’s not even mine, branded by blame, repackaged as crime.

I know what the mirror won’t show—

The truths you hide, the ache they sow. I walk through this fire with silent grace, yet in this hell, I do not die. I bleed, I break, but still, I continue to try. Because love, though torn, still fuels my fight.

A flicker of defiance ignites amidst the vast darkness, hinting at what is to come. Lets rest for now, as the stories prepare to unfold, for I know that their empty ideals of justice will soon face their reckoning.

I’ve stared down hell and emerged strong, alive in the smoke, burning brightly against the dark.

-🦩

The Protecting My Peace Era

July 10th, 2025

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but we are not available for every text, every call, every invitation to chaos this season.

Welcome to The Protecting My Peace Era.

Where “No” is a complete sentence, and your inner peace is more important than that last-minute dinner invite or a random group chat meltdown.

I think my personal shift started one Sunday afternoon when I found myself running around town like a contestant on a game show. I had agreed to help a friend move (who, by the way, only had two boxes packed when I got there), promised a friend I’d drop by for brunch, told my coworker I’d pop in at her kid’s birthday party, and somehow also thought I’d have the energy to meal prep for the week.

By 8 p.m., I was standing in the grocery store clutching a bag of kale I knew I was never going to cook, looking like I had just been through an emotional car wash. That night, I got home, collapsed on the couch, and had a deep, tearful conversation with my ceiling fan.

It hit me: I couldn’t keep living like this.

Thus began The Protecting My Peace Era, where I became the main character of my own life instead of the unpaid supporting actress in everyone else’s drama.

At first, setting boundaries felt like trying to do a TikTok dance in public, awkward, self-conscious, and mildly terrifying. I’d say “no,” then immediately backpedal: “Oh wait! Unless you really, really need me… I can maybe move some things around…”

But then I started small.

I stopped answering FaceTimes at 6 a.m. from my friend who always wanted to discuss her date from the night before (spoiler: it’s usually the same plot every time). I unfollowed accounts and people that made me feel like I was perpetually behind in the race of life. I even started leaving my phone in another room at night so I could reconnect with my actual self instead of endlessly scrolling and comparing.

Oh, and family?

That was my final boss level.

There’s a special kind of guilt that comes with saying no to family. As if you’ve personally canceled Christmas. But I learned that loving them deeply didn’t mean sacrificing my mental health on the altar of every group text or last-minute favor.

I started filling my mornings with quiet walks, journaling, and slow cups of tea instead of rushing to fix other people’s problems before I even brushed my teeth. I learned that rest isn’t a reward for burning out; it’s a necessity. That solitude isn’t loneliness; it’s sacred space to hear your own thoughts without an audience.

In this era, I choose softness over hustle. Solitude over constant social obligations. Long, intentional “yes” moments instead of hundreds of lukewarm “sure, I guess” ones.

Someone recently told me, “Wow, you’ve changed,” as if that was an insult.

And to that I say: Thank you.

I worked really hard for this change.

I am no longer available for emotional labor that doesn’t pay me in joy, growth, or peace. And if someone calls it selfish, let them.

Protecting your peace isn’t selfish; it’s survival.

It’s the ultimate self-love flex. It means understanding that your worth is not tied to your availability, your busyness, or how many fires you can put out for other people.

If you’ve been feeling exhausted, overstretched, or like you’re constantly living life for everyone but yourself, consider this your official invitation to join me.

Welcome to The Protecting Your Peace Era.

Here, you say “no” unapologetically, cancel plans guilt-free, and remember that you do not have to set yourselves on fire to keep others warm.

Here’s to quiet mornings, deeply felt joy, guilt-free rest, and loving ourselves fiercely enough to finally choose peace.

You deserve it.

-🦩

Beyond Apologies: Letting Go to Create True Harmony

July 8th, 2025

What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?

When I ask myself, What could I let go of for the sake of harmony?, my first instinct is to say, Nothing. After all, I’ve already let go of so much: my safety, my voice, my trust.

But healing asks us to look deeper.

I’ve been hurt by abusive behavior, words and actions that left scars on my heart and my sense of self. For a long time, I held onto that pain tightly, thinking it kept me safe. I believed that if I stayed angry, if I replayed every moment, I could protect myself from ever being hurt again.

But the truth is, holding onto that pain has also held me back. It weighed me down like a heavy backpack I never put down, even when I was too tired to carry it anymore. It showed up in my relationships, in my inability to fully trust, in the way I spoke to myself when no one else was listening.

I used to think that letting go meant forgiving and forgetting, or worse, pretending it never happened. But now I know that letting go does not mean excusing or erasing the harm done. It doesn’t mean I have to invite the person who hurt me back into my life, or offer them a second chance they haven’t earned. Instead, it means choosing not to let the past define my present or my future. It means deciding that my energy, my peace, and my joy are too precious to keep sacrificing at the altar of old wounds.

Letting go is not for the person who hurt me, it’s for me.

I’m choosing to let go of the anger that poisons my joy.

I’m choosing to let go of the shame that was never mine to carry.

I’m choosing to let go of the need to constantly prove my pain to others, to justify my boundaries, to convince the world that what happened to me was real and wrong.

Instead, I am investing in myself. I am rebuilding trust, not with the people who hurt me, but with myself. I am learning to believe my own intuition again, to honor my feelings without dismissing them. I am learning that my worth was never diminished by what happened to me.

I’m creating new boundaries, stronger and clearer than before.

Boundaries that say:

I matter.

My needs matter.

My peace is non-negotiable.

These boundaries are not walls to keep love out, but gates to let the right love in.

For the sake of harmony, within my own mind, my body, and my soul, I am choosing to let go.

Not for them, but for me.

I know that healing isn’t linear. Some days, I feel strong and hopeful; other days, I feel fragile and full of doubt. But each small act of letting go is a step toward reclaiming my life.

It’s a way of telling myself:

You are worthy of freedom.

You are worthy of joy.

You are worthy of a life beyond the pain.

If you find yourself in this same place, please know this: letting go is not a betrayal of your pain. It is an act of deep, radical self-love. You deserve harmony. You deserve freedom. You deserve peace. And you don’t have to rush. Take your time. Take all the time you need.

Because harmony doesn’t come from forcing yourself to “move on.” It comes from gently, bravely choosing yourself again and again, every single day.

-🦩

Between Heartbeats: The Search for You

July 8th, 2025

There’s an ache that words can’t quite hold, a silent thrum that lives deep in the chest, echoing with every sunrise and every quiet midnight. It’s the whisper of a heart searching, wandering, stretching its arms across moonlit skies and empty rooms, hoping to feel the warmth of its missing half.

Some days, it’s a gentle ache, a soft sigh when a love song drifts through the speakers, when a couple laughs on a park bench, or when the stars seem to spell out a name you haven’t yet spoken. Other days, it’s a roar, a storm in the soul that sends tears to the eyes and shakes the very foundation of who you thought you were.

But this longing is not weakness. It’s proof of a love so big, so real, that it refuses to be quiet. A heart that longs is a heart that has tasted connection that knows its other half is out there, somewhere, breathing the same air, tracing the same moon, maybe even longing right back.

We all carry this invisible map inside us. We might get lost along the way, take detours through heartbreak, disappointment, and solitude. Yet deep down, the heart never stops calling out, never stops hoping to be found and held and seen in a way only its missing half can understand.

To everyone still searching: your longing is your compass. Let it guide you, even when the nights feel endless and the world feels too heavy. Because one day, in the most unexpected moment, two wandering hearts will collide and suddenly, every ache, every tear, every lonely hour will make sense.

Until then, keep listening to that quiet, steady rhythm inside you. It knows the way home.

-🦩

Every Genre, Every Vibe: How Music Speaks to My Soul

July 7th, 2025

What is your favorite genre of music?

People always ask me, “What’s your favorite kind of music?” And every time, I give the same answer: all of it.

It might sound like a cop-out, like I just can’t decide. But the truth is, I genuinely love every genre, because each one has its own magic. Music, in all its forms, speaks to the soul in ways words alone never could. It gives our spirit exactly what it needs in each moment.

There are days when a soulful R&B track feels like a warm hug after a long day. The smooth harmonies, the gentle beats, it’s like someone whispering, “You’re going to be okay.”

Then there are mornings when only an upbeat pop song can get me out of bed and dancing around the kitchen, coffee cup in hand, pretending I’m performing at a sold-out stadium. Those catchy hooks and feel-good vibes are like pure sunshine.

When I need strength, I turn to rock or rap, something with a little (or a lot of) edge, reminding me to stand tall and face the world with courage. The energy of a screaming guitar solo or a fierce verse can make me feel invincible.

On quiet nights, there’s nothing like soft acoustic or folk music to slow my heartbeat and bring me back home to myself. Those stripped-down melodies feel like sitting around a campfire, letting your heart finally speak.

Jazz makes me feel alive and unpredictable; country music makes me nostalgic for places I’ve never even been. EDM lifts me high above my worries, while classical music roots me deep in calm and focus.

No matter the genre, music has a way of understanding me even when I don’t fully understand myself. It celebrates with me when I’m on top of the world, cries with me when I’m heartbroken, and sits quietly beside me when all I need is stillness.

That’s why I can’t choose just one style. Each one is a different language of the heart a different medicine for the soul. Some days I need to shout, some days I need to weep, some days I need to dance like nobody’s watching.

Music gives me permission to do it all.

So if you ask me what I’m listening to today, don’t be surprised if it’s a little bit of everything. Because music is more than sound, it’s a friend, a therapist, a teacher, a mirror. And for every emotion, there’s a song waiting to wrap its arms around us.

-🦩

Lost in the Woods With My Chosen Family

July 6th, 2025

Describe your most memorable vacation.

In a world that glorifies hustle and constant connection, we often forget what it feels like to truly slow down. Years ago, I had the chance to do just that — to step away from the endless pings, meetings, and scrolling, and escape into the heart of the woods with my chosen family.

We found a cozy cabin nestled miles away from any main road, surrounded by towering trees and a chorus of singing birds. The minute we pulled up, I could feel the weight lift from my shoulders. No cell service, no Wi-Fi, no expectations. Just us, the trees, and the soft rhythm of nature.

Mornings were slow and gentle. We’d wake up to the golden light streaming through the pine needles, we made breakfast, and gather around a creaky wooden table with some Legos. Conversations drifted lazily from deep, soul-baring talks to ridiculous inside jokes that had us gasping for air between laughter.

The days blurred in the best way possible. We wandered along mossy trails with no agenda, picked wildflowers, dipped our toes in the icy pond, floated on the water and watched the sun paint the sky as it disappeared behind the hills. Meals were simple and shared — fresh veggies, grilled food, and sticky s’mores by the fire.

But the real magic wasn’t in the activities; it was in the moments. The quiet ones, where someone would hum an old song while cooking, or when we’d all fall silent together just listening to the wind and rain. The way we supported each other, held space for each other, and simply existed — it reminded me why they’re my chosen family.

Nights were for stories under star-splashed skies and sitting close enough to hear each other’s hearts. We fell asleep to the sounds of crickets and distant owls, feeling more connected than ever — even without a single bar of signal.

That vacation taught me that the real beauty of life lies in its simplest, tiniest moments: the smell of rain-soaked earth, the warmth of shared blankets, the comfort of knowing you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

When I look back, I don’t remember the exact dates or even the specific trails we hiked. I remember the feeling: slow, peaceful, real. And that’s a feeling I’ll carry with me, long after the forest has faded from my view.

-🦩

When the Body Speaks: Physical Symptoms Women May Experience When They Emotionally Withdraw From a Partner

July 5th, 2025

The human body is a remarkable communicator—often expressing what the mind is still grappling with. For women, emotional disconnect in intimate relationships doesn’t just manifest psychologically; it can also show up in tangible, physical symptoms. When a woman’s body begins to “reject” a partner, it’s not a conscious decision, but rather a somatic response to emotional discomfort, stress, or unresolved conflict. This phenomenon can occur in both healthy relationships going through hard times or in partnerships where deeper incompatibility or emotional harm exists.

Here, we explore the ways a woman’s body may signal emotional rejection of a partner and why paying attention to these signs matters.

1. Decreased Libido and Sexual Aversion

One of the most common physical signs of emotional detachment or rejection is a sudden or persistent drop in sexual desire. If a woman feels emotionally neglected, unsafe, or disconnected from her partner, her body may instinctively pull back from sexual intimacy. This can show up as:

• A lack of interest in physical closeness

• Discomfort or irritation during sex

• Feeling “numb” or emotionally absent during intimacy

In some cases, the body may even respond with pain—such as vaginismus (involuntary muscle contractions) or other forms of sexual dysfunction that have no clear medical cause but are tied to emotional conflict.

2. Chronic Fatigue and Low Energy

Emotional stress—especially when caused by feeling unsupported, dismissed, or emotionally hurt—can cause the nervous system to remain in a heightened state of alert. Over time, this may drain a woman’s energy and present as chronic fatigue, low motivation, and a general sense of being emotionally and physically “shut down” around her partner.

Fatigue may also serve as the body’s way of withdrawing from the relationship dynamic, offering a kind of “escape” from continued emotional engagement.

3. Somatic Complaints (Headaches, Stomach Aches, Muscle Tension)

When the heart isn’t aligned with the relationship, the body may protest through unexplained aches and pains. This can include:

• Headaches or migraines that appear after arguments or forced intimacy

• Gastrointestinal issues such as nausea, bloating, or loss of appetite when thinking about the partner or spending time together

• Tight shoulders, jaw clenching, or a heavy chest during interactions with the partner

These symptoms are often connected to stress hormones and a nervous system stuck in a state of emotional discomfort.

4. Sleep Disturbances

Women emotionally rejecting their partner may find their sleep patterns disrupted. Insomnia, vivid or disturbing dreams, or waking up with anxiety can reflect internal turmoil. The subconscious mind continues to process disconnection or emotional pain during sleep, often making the body restless even when physical exhaustion is present.

5. Menstrual Irregularities or Hormonal Imbalance

Chronic stress and emotional dissonance can interfere with the endocrine system, leading to:

• Missed or irregular periods

• Heavier or more painful menstruation

• Increased PMS symptoms (mood swings, bloating, breast tenderness)

While there are many possible medical explanations for hormonal shifts, emotional distress within a relationship is often an overlooked contributor.

6. Avoidance Behaviors and Immune Suppression

If a woman feels emotionally unsafe or repelled by her partner, she may subconsciously begin avoiding physical proximity—preferring separate spaces or feeling irritable when touched. Over time, chronic emotional stress can also lower immune function, making her more susceptible to colds, flus, or general illness. The body quite literally becomes “worn down” by the emotional burden.

Why This Matters

It’s important not to pathologize these symptoms without a full understanding of their emotional context. While medical conditions should always be ruled out, it’s equally essential to recognize that emotional distress—especially within an intimate relationship—can have profound physical consequences.

Understanding the body’s signals allows for deeper self-awareness and the opportunity to reflect on one’s emotional truth. For some women, these symptoms may signal a need to re-evaluate the relationship, seek counseling, or reclaim personal boundaries. For others, they may serve as an invitation to open dialogue and work toward healing and reconnection with their partner.

How To Move Forward…

A woman’s body can become a powerful barometer of her emotional state. When rejection or detachment from a partner occurs—whether due to conflict, incompatibility, or trauma—the body often speaks up. Listening to these physical symptoms is not just about health—it’s about honoring the full complexity of emotional experience.

If you or someone you love is experiencing these kinds of physical reactions in a relationship, seeking support through therapy, journaling, or open, trusted conversations can be an important first step toward understanding and healing. When a partner is supportive and willing to grow together, these challenges can be worked through, and a true, deeply loving relationship can be built on trust and mutual care.

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