#Reflective Writing

[m00wd]

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

—Brain

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Simply Silver ~

[darkpoeticsoul]

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely. —Brain

[booshoos]

you call it love, and maybe that's true. you love me— and maybe i love you too, but not in the way you wish i did.

you say you like my presence, how i move through your life with ease, how fate keeps pulling us back again—

but fate isn’t a spark. it doesn’t tease, or set me alight when you whisper my name in the dark.

because history isn't chemistry. and there’s no fire in this warmth. i crave the strike of lightning, not this soft, unchanging storm.

there’s no fever in this comfort— just a quiet i don’t know how to name. no passion. no pull. no flames that beg to be tamed.

and maybe that’s where i went wrong. i tied love to breaking, confused peace with war— a war i’d survive just to say it was real.

so maybe i need to let go of the idea that love has to ache to feel.

because maybe love isn’t meant to hurt. maybe it’s meant to hold. to be soft. steady. still.

and maybe you are all those things. but i still don’t feel the spark that ignites desire, the gravity that lifts me higher.

because i’ve known desire. i’ve stood on the edge of ache. and it didn’t sound like this. it didn’t feel this safe.

i keep waiting for something to rise in me— some spark, some flood, some quiet urge to lean in and not look back.

because i know this could work. i know i could build a good life with you— shared meals, slow mornings, matching mugs and weekend plans.

you’d be kind. you’d be steady. you’d love me in the ways i’ve always been told love should look like.

but all i feel is the silence between us. a comfort i can’t quite call connection.

you deserve the kind of love that runs without hesitation. the kind that doesn’t wait for feeling to catch up to fate.

and me— i want to want this. i do. but i’m scared of trying because what if the feeling never comes?

so maybe this isn’t a no. but it’s not a yes either. it’s just me, holding something i wish i could feel.

because maybe love isn’t meant to hurt— but it isn’t meant to feel this still.

[boushwrites]

To heal is to give yourself the chance you keep seeking from others. It’s a journey of growth—working on yourself at your own pace, little by little.

Healing means reflecting on your experiences, mistakes, and emotions one at a time, not running from them or avoiding them. It’s about confronting the discomfort, allowing yourself to feel it fully so you can evolve into a healthier version of yourself. Only then will you attract the partner you truly deserve and have the wisdom and the strength to nurture a meaningful relationship.

♡

[miyako-jonathan-asgore-simp]

Looking at your past is looking at a terrifying version of yourself... ...or a lost potential self, if you're a bad person. Though...nothing in this world is permanent, and everyone can change if they try; Embrace being a good person, life's too short to keep on hurting others' lives. A God may or not exist for you, but you don't need one to be nice and healthy and influence good behavior. It's like your trauma, you wouldn't want it to happen to someone else that you loved, right? Don't be a coward. Don't be petty. Don't have superiority complex. Don't act as if the desires of your flesh were the only pleasures in life. Love yourself. Love others. Have empathy, because if you don't...when you need the most, you'll have nobody.

[peachyreflections]

Tell me about your body

Tell me about your body— How it moves, how it follows a natural order

And I'll tell you you're perfect In a way I never could be— Frozen in concealment, opposing your discernment

And I blow smoke in your eyes so you can't see my disguise A blurry-edged projection, incapable of perfection

Who can tell me otherwise?

There's always something missing, and it's tearing me apart; Ribcage empty, unlocked closet, foreign beating of the heart

[fairytalebloom]

I feel safe hiding behind a mask, safe enough to share my writing,thoughts, musings without being afraid of somebody trying to carry out an autopsy of my words,binding it to my life and discovering the treasured parts of my being. There's something so beautiful about being vulnerable without actually being vulnerable.The mask is a safety net,I've realised.I might be a coward for doing that, but is it too much to ask if the only thing I'm asking, is for the world to not figure me out completely so that when everything ends, I can rest easy that only the people I've truly wanted in my life are the ones who actually got to read the entirety of my being and that the others only got certain pages,certain chapters,selectively handed out to them.

[brittanyearnestauthor]

Reclaiming the Narrative: Writing with Intention and Impact

When you craft your stories, aim to weave in life lessons. Doing so not only makes your work relatable but also transforms it into a meaningful source of insight and entertainment. As a writer, you have a unique opportunity to explore significant topics and present them with your own distinctive twist. By doing this, you can share valuable lessons and perspectives, making your message truly impactful.

Even if you aren't focused on writing stories, you can still create content that's both relatable and supportive, offering practical advice to help others through challenging times. Personally, I love discovering life lessons in books that resonate with me and make me reflect on my own experiences. Offering your readers something thought-provoking makes them more invested in your stories or content, regardless of the medium.

For too long, Hollywood has prioritized superficial thrills over substance. It's time for us to reclaim the narrative and produce content that truly matters. Let's create stories that leave a lasting impression and encourage meaningful reflection.

Writing shouldn't be just about thrills; it should be about what truly matters. While I enjoy the excitement in media, it's time to make a change. What sets self-published authors and content creators apart from big-name publishers is the ability to control what they publish. It doesn't have to stick to the same boring formula. You can experiment and make your stories genuinely unique.

However, this also means you are responsible for your content. Be mindful of what you write and how you write it to avoid giving your readers the wrong impression or message. Writing is complex, but it's worth it if you put your mind to it and do it for the right reasons.

[kinysha]

"I Was Never Meant to Survive"

They wrote my name in quiet rooms,

sealed it inside walls I never built,

tied it to a fate I never chose.

I was meant to kneel,

meant to follow,

meant to obey,

meant to disappear into a story that was never mine.

But I?

I ripped the script from their hands,

walked through the wreckage,

barefoot, bleeding, unwanted.

They whispered unbreakable as they watched me splinter.

Called me strong when I swallowed silence instead of screaming.

But tell me—

what kind of strength is built on suffering?

I stood in the wreckage of who I was,

palms bloodied from holding on too long,

lungs choking on the smoke of what I couldn’t save,

waiting for mercy that never came.

But silence doesn’t hand out mercy.

And when the world begged for my obedience,

for my silence,

for my surrender—

I laughed.

Not because I was fearless,

but because I was done being afraid.

But let me tell you something they will never say:

I did not survive out of strength.

I survived because even breaking wasn’t an option.

Because even when I wanted to break,

to disappear,

to let go—

Even when I begged to disappear,

life kept dragging me back by the throat.

So now I stand.

Not whole.

Not healed.

Not forgiven.

Just here.

And sometimes, that's enough.

[m00wd]

I can say goodbye to you a thousand times, but I still don't know how to leave.

—M00wd

[seraminestudio]

what an odd thing to experience such hope and such desolation all in a single day

[shayekidwrites]

Sometimes healing doesn’t feel like progress — it feels like distance. And I can’t help but wonder: in trying so hard to protect ourselves, do we slowly lose the parts that made us feel alive in the first place?

[booshoos]

i’m reminded to keep my cards close to my chest, but that’s never how i learned to love.

i’m straightforward, direct— i wear my heart on my sleeve, hold it out in my hands like a fool.

here—take it.

tear it apart, break it... if you want.

i want to protect myself, but i don’t know how.

i want to stand tall, to be strong now.

but the moment i catch your gaze, my knees hit the floor—nowhere to run.

bones trembling, ribs aching, i want you. i want you.

i beg you—take me.

my friends tell me i love too hard, fall too fast, that it’ll leave me bruised and scarred.

and it has.

god, it has.

still, i never learn.

i give everything i have, and then a handful more, until i’m hollowed out, scraped raw, love spilling from every sore.

i love so fiercely, it carves through my soul, leaving me wondering—

who am i, if not made for love?

and what is love, if not surrender?

what is living, if not the risk of ruin?

or maybe—

what is ruin, if not proof that i tried?

[simplymarmies]

In the Midst of Struggles: How I’m Discovering Who I Am

I’ve been on a journey of self-discovery for a few years now. Life—in a sense—is a whole journey of self-discovery for all of us, but my most pivotal moments began around COVID. It’s been a whole rollercoaster ride since then. There were so many moments I felt lost—struggled with my mental health, dealt with a tough diagnosis, navigated a family health emergency, and lost loved ones along the way. Despite these tough times, I’ve come out stronger, braver, and kinder.

Have you ever found yourself questioning your circumstances and wondering why things seem so hard? “Why is this happening to me?” and “Why does it always have to be me?” are questions that I’ve asked far too many times. Yet, every single time, God answers and presents Himself to me. In my darkest moments, He always called out to me. He reminds me that challenges and heartbreak are inevitable parts of life. But even in the toughest times, He has, and always will, bless me with the strength, resources, and opportunities to face them. If He was there for me, I know He will be there for you too.

You might wonder what kind of blessings God can give when it feels like things can’t possibly get any better. The truth is, He has a way of surprising us with unexpected gifts. For me, they came in the form of unexpected financial help, divine timing that made circumstances align in ways I couldn’t have imagined, overflowing support from those around us, and precious time spent with a dying loved one.

Yes, these hardships were difficult, but I thank God everyday for them because they gave me an opportunity to appreciate life even more, and recognize the goodness that exists even in the midst of challenges. These experiences have shaped and molded me into who I am today and will continue to shape who I will become. They’ve changed me for the better, and now, I want to share what I’ve learned along the way.

If you’re going through something similar and feeling alone in your journey, I hope you find solace in my words. You are not alone. Whatever you’re feeling right now is completely valid, and I hope that by sharing my experiences, you’ll feel seen and heard. Hearing others share their stories, especially those who have faced similar struggles, has provided me with great comfort in my hardest moments. So, I hope that I can be a source of comfort for you, too.

Let’s go on this journey together. ❤️

[peachyreflections]

To whom it may concern,

By the time you’ve read this, The pale starlight has melted into warm and vibrant dawn The melancholy morning breeze has washed away the lunar haze The dissonant birdsong melody has stolen the silence from the still air And the night’s vicious storm has calmed, the wounds inflicted now but a dull ache But a dull ache I can’t bear, a pain I can’t continue to face

By the time you’ve read this, My bags have been packed My flight is long departed And my name is only heard in whispers

By the time you’ve read this, You’ve heard the last of me

Goodbye and well wishes, Yours truly