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Not Everything I Am Can Be Seen

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you? There are people who can be understood at a glance smiles that reveal their stories, eyes that give it all away. And then, there are people like me. People who look calm on the outside but carry lifetimes in their silences. People who can sit still, while a thousand memories stir inside them like wind-churned oceans. Not…

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If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go? If I won two plane tickets today, I’d fly to Switzerland. Not to explore, but to exhale. I wouldn’t go for the luxury. Not for the pictures. Not even for the chocolate or snow. Or maybe a little yes for chocolates and hot chocolate watching snowfall. I’d go for the stillness. The quiet that lives in the mountains. The kind of quiet…

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Coming Home to My Body Again

What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being? For a long time, I didn’t feel safe in my own body. And to be honest, I didn’t even realise it at first. It crept in slowly, through skipped meals, silent binge eating, through days where I chose numbness over nourishment. I didn’t know then, but I was punishing myself for not feeling okay. Any time life became heavy, I’d…

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Rain Lilies & the Gentle Reminders We Don’t Ask For

At first, I didn’t think much of rain lilies. I found them beautiful, yes—petite, gentle, the kind you’d smile at in passing. But I never lingered on them long enough to understand what they really meant. They were just flowers. Until they weren’t. Today, my friend sent me a picture of them. Out of nowhere. No occasion. Just a message that said, “Just wanted to share… I thought you’d like…

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The Kindest Beings I Know

Dogs or cats? There’s a kind of love that doesn’t ask for anything. No promises. No conditions. Just presence. That’s the kind of love animals offer. And I’ve always felt it—deeply, quietly, as if my soul already knew it before I could put it into words. I love animals. Dogs, elephants, calves, horses… such divine creatures. They carry something ancient and untouched within them. Their…

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What Bothers Me? — A Personal Journal on Boundaries, Overgiving, and Finding Peace

What bothers you and why? What bothers me? A deep question. deeper than I expected. Not the kind you answer in a rush, not something you Google, not even something a playlist can fix. It needed stillness. So I paused. I sat with myself — no distractions, no noise, no performance. Just me and the question. “What actually bothers me?” I asked it slowly, out loud, like I was waiting for a…

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Reading, writing and a pinch of overthinking

Which activities make you lose track of time? Some moments don’t tick by — they slip. Like mist off glass, like songs you forget you’re humming until the silence reminds you. That’s what it feels like when I’m reading, when I’m writing and, yes, when I’m overthinking. Reading is my favorite way to disappear. Sometimes I tell myself, “Just ten pages,” and next thing I know, an hour has passed…

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The Morning I Finally Felt Seen — and Why This Book Broke Me Open Softly

I don’t know how to explain this without getting emotional again, but I’m going to try — because some feelings deserve a home outside the body. A few mornings ago, I sat down with a cup of coffee, a little tired, a little heavy, and — to be honest — a little lost. I had picked up a book that had been sitting on my shelf for a while: Self Help by Gabrielle Bernstein I wasn’t expecting anything…

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Me vs. The 5 AM Club: A Tragic Love Story

What time do you go to bed and wake up currently? There’s a version of me that lives only in my imagination. She’s that girl — the one who wakes up at 5 AM. She floats out of bed like a lavender-scented goddess, lights a candle, journals deep thoughts, and drinks warm lemon water in a silk robe that probably costs more than my grocery budget. She’s serene. Sorted. Glowing. She’s also…

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Learning How to Feel Safe Again — One Soft Ritual at a Time

What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life? Some days, I wake up and I don’t feel safe. Not in a dramatic way. But in that quiet, unspoken way where your body feels like it’s bracing for something, even when nothing is wrong. And maybe that’s what emotional exhaustion really is. Not the absence of peace, but forgetting what peace feels like in the first…

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Who Am I Anymore?

There’s a strange kind of ache that comes not from heartbreak, but from forgetting yourself. And it doesn’t happen in one big storm. It slips in quietly. like dust settling on a shelf you stopped reaching for. I don’t know when I started changing. Maybe it was the day I swallowed my truth to keep peace. Maybe it was every time I smiled when I wanted to scream, nodded when I wanted to say…

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Emptiness

What do I even tell you? You fill me like a pond — Yet I feel so void. You drown me In memories. Memories that once Made me smile, Blush, Float on cloud nine. Not every silence is peaceful, some scream the weight of what once was. Now as I sit, You’ve left me Bleeding into the void — Like scattered stardust. With love, Maya.

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Why I’d Wear White Every Day (And Why It’s Not Just Because I’m Bad at Picking Outfits)

If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be? If I were ever forced—yes, forced, because let’s face it, I change my mind about clothes as often as I change my Spotify playlists—to wear just one outfit for the rest of my life, I know exactly what it would be. All white. Simple. Calm. Clean. At least for the first five minutes before I spill coffee on it. White, to…

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The Quiet Power of Spirituality: How It Awakens Purpose in a World of Empty Attachments

How important is spirituality in your life? There are moments in life when we pause—not because we have planned to, but because the weight of our own existence demands it. In these moments of stillness, when the world’s noise fades, we begin to ask ourselves what truly matters. And so, quietly, we turn towards spirituality — that soft, unseen force that gives our journey its meaning, its rhythm,…

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Let Go to Grow: The Quiet Healing in Chaos, Contentment, and Uncontrolled Love

How do you practice self-care? There comes a moment in all our lives— when we pause mid-chaos, breath half-held, and realise that healing doesn’t roar. It whispers. It whispers through sleepless nights and quiet mornings, through disappointments that almost break us, and reflections that gently remake us. Have you ever confused control for peace, and order for love? If yes, maybe your…

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The Love That Taught Me How to Let Go

— a story of unrequited love, healing, and learning to hold gently There was a girl… who had only known love through ache — loud in its arrival, heavy in its staying, chaotic in its exit. And then came him — a man who didn’t love to prove a point, who didn’t chase or disappear, who simply stayed… like silence that wraps around a song, like moonlight finding the corners of your room on…

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I’ve Never Been Camping, But My Soul Keeps Whispering: “Go”

Have you ever been camping? I’ve never been camping. Never zipped myself into a tent or made coffee over a whispering fire. But sometimes, late at night, my soul whispers, “Go.” I want to hike through forests with messy hair and a heart that feels wild again. I want to climb until the sun tips into golden silence, and just sit—watching it melt into the mountains. I want to trade phone…