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Why My Phone is Essential for Daily Life

Daily writing promptWhat is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?View all responses Now, I could give you an inspiring answer like patience or resilience, but let’s be honest—it’s my phone. Before you start rolling your eyes, hear me out. My phone is more than just a small object of distraction. It’s a little hub for everything that makes me, me. It’s my notebook — though,…

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The Impact of Anticipation Anxiety

I don’t think I have one single moment that stands out when it comes to anticipation—because I deal with anticipation anxiety almost every day. It never fails. Even something as small as knowing I have to make dinner can make me uneasy. My brain craves order. I like everything neatly wrapped up—tasks done, checklists cleared—so I can finally breathe. Until that moment arrives, I’m restless. My…

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Discovering My Soul Flavor: The Duality of Sweet and Sour

If my soul had a flavor, it would be caramelized lemon. That perfect combination of: Zesty boldness A little tartness Sweet at the core Deepened by heat The kind of flavor that makes you stop for a second. It’s surprising. Maybe even a little misunderstood—but it lingers in your memory. It’s not just lemon, or caramel, but that perfect meeting of the two. Both familiar and unexpected all at…

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Finding My Voice: A Blogger's Story

Daily writing promptWhat change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?View all responses When I first started this blog, I genuinely had no clue where I wanted to go with it.  It’s been a desire of mine for a long time to start a blog. I just could never bring myself to do it. I was too fearful of judgement and rejection by others.  So, as nice as it sounded at the time, I…

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Eyes in the Silence

You think I’m too quiet to see,The way you often laugh at me.The rolled eyes, the quiet stares,Like I’m a ghost no one declares. But there I am right in the front,You can’t tell, but I’ll be blunt.I’ve heard it all behind closed doors—The jokes, the digs, the mental wars. You think I’m soft, you think I fold,But strength runs silent, calm, and bold.I hold my ground, I play it smart,You…

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Imagining Life in an Alternate Universe

Daily writing promptDescribe your life in an alternate universe.View all responses In Another Universe, I Am Still Me I often wonder what my life would look like if everything had gone differently.  I might think about it too much to be quite honest.  My mind is filled with all of the what ifs.  What if I made that one choice I was too scared to make? Or what if I followed a path I talked…

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Comfort food isn’t just about taste.  It’s about feeling.  For me, comfort food is a moment of happiness, memories, and love all rolled into one.  

It’s the smell of garlic and onions sauteing over the stove.  It’s the first bite of something warm when you feel cold and out of touch with yourself.  Food that bring my senses alive and make me feel emotionally safe.  

When I was younger, I never understood what drew me to the foods I found comfort in.  I thought that people just ate what they liked, or just whatever was in the fridge.  But over time, I began to notice a pattern.   I reached for certain foods when I was sad, anxious, or just need to feel something. 

Comfort food is meant to be indulgent.  It’s more than just a meal.  It’s an experience.  It’s the ritual of slowing down with something that makes you feel whole.  You tune into your senses, reflect on memories past, and fully immerse yourself in the moment.  

It’s almost like becoming one with the dish, receiving a hug from a friend.  Whether you’re trying to lift yourself out of a funk, or just craving something hearty and familiar, comfort food is there to hold you when you need it most.   

That’s what comfort food means to me.  It’s never really about hunger.  It’s about nostalgia.  About creating calm to the storm.  It’s the food I eat when I don’t have the words to say how I feel.  It reminds me that I’m still present and deserve the food that makes me feel held.   

And yes, there’s an emotional connection.  My relationship with food has seen its ups and downs.  I used comfort food to sooth myself, and then feeling the guilt right afterwards for eating something greasy, or “fattening.” But recently, my attitude has shifted.  I no longer see it as something to feel guilty about. I’m feeding myself the comfort I need, and there’s no sense in feeling bad about that. 

So, if you were to ask me what comfort food means to me, I’d tell you this: it means home. It’s a return to myself. It’s a reminder that I am worthy of softness, of care, of being nourished in every sense of the word. And it’s choosing comfort not as a reward, but as a right. 

Beef Stroganoff

For me, beef stroganoff is a staple in my family, and the ultimate comfort dish.  It’s a bit heavy, but in all the right places.  The sauce is creamy, the meat is tender, and the buttered noodles underneath act as an extra layer of love.  I make this at least once a month.  Every time I do, it feels like I’m honoring tradition, and giving myself exactly what I need.

Recipe

“Comfort food isn’t just about taste—it’s about coming home to yourself.”—Unknown

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Coping with Emotional Spirals: Tools for Relief

I’ve had many moments throughout my life where I spiral out of control.  Instead of facing my problems head on, I tend to absorb them.  I lock them away into some compartment of my mind to deal with later. It’s not healthy, I know, but I get too overwhelmed by the number of negative thoughts.  So, instead of dealing with them in real time, I put them on the back burner to simmer, hoping they’ll…

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Navigating Anxiety: My Journey to Healing

At the moment, I’m feeling very anxious right now.  My heart is racing rapidly.  My mind feels numbed.  My body, tired.     Nothing happened in particular today, it’s just something overwhelming came over me.  My anxiety gets heavier as the day goes on, and the triggers are more prevalent.  I think it’s just because there’s been so much on my mind lately.   I’m under a great deal of…

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Reevaluating Our Joyful Habits

Daily writing promptDescribe one habit that brings you joy.View all responses Lately, I’ve been drinking more coffee than usual.  I used to only drink one cup every morning. But somehow, that single comforting cup turned into two… then three… and now, sometimes four.  I just love the flavor.  I want to taste it all the time—bold, rich, slightly bitter, a little sweet.  It’s a habit that keeps…

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Embracing Light: A Journey of Awakening

It was a sudden moment.A great awakening.On a morning where the weight didn’t sit quite as heavy on my chest. The darkness consumed me,But the light—It crept in anyway.A shimmer of gold, like it knew I was ready. It didn’t ask for permissionit just came. Through the cracks in the blinds, through the hush of silence that wrapped me for weeks. My breath felt new.  Deeper.  More mine.  And for…

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Overstimulation as a Neurodivergent Person

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To anyone just trying today—I see you. Healing isn’t always visible, but it’s still happening. 🤍

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The Joy of Everyday Curiosity and Exploration

Daily writing promptWhat are you curious about?View all responses I’ve always been a curious person.  I’m very intrigued by the world around me, and what to know as much as possible.  I’m always wondering:  How does that work?Why is it built that way?What does it do?What would happen if…? My mind naturally wanders down these rabbit holes.  I’ve never been able to just accept the surface…

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When All Else Fails, Make the Cookie

There’s nothing like a warm chocolate chip cookie to make life feel a little less heavy.   Lately, I’ve been craving sweets more than usual.  I’m honestly more of a savory kind of gal.  Give me a slice of cheesy pizza or a salty snack and I’m happy.  But when things feel overwhelming and my brain just won’t quiet down, I turn to dessert to help me get through some tough times. And cookies?…

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Rediscovering Creativity Through Struggles

When the Words Disappeared There was a time when an unbearable weight of depression landed on my shoulders.  I’m not quite sure what triggered it, but it hit me like a ton of bricks.  I couldn’t find joy in simple pleasures.  My hobbies and interests quietly fell to the wayside.  And all I could do was sit with my misery. That heavy fog stayed with me for years.  All I wanted was to be able to…

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Understanding Overstimulation: Signs and Solutions

There are days when the world feels like it’s turned the volume all the way up and no one else seems to notice but me.   It starts small.  Maybe the tab in my shirt is too scratchy, or the fabric doesn’t breathe.  Maybe the light coming through the blinds is just a little too bright, too sharp.  I try to ignore it.  But like a snowball rolling downhill, it builds—fast.   When Sensory Details…