We’re never really told to find happiness, only to succeed. It is a general milestone pushed onto us— being successful, through things that are external, physical, and tangible to society. Prioritizing success as if it is the key to life, when it’s only a scratch of the surface to everything that life has to offer us. Once you go to university, have a great career, nice car, nice house, get married and create a family, you’ve made it in life. They say doing those things wil

It's unfortunate how those who are unemployed often get looked down on. It’s become common to call people broke, lazy, or say they lack discipline. There are times where to others it looked like I’ve lacked discipline, and I used to see it that way too. Now, I have created a space for myself where my discipline is measured by intention rather than by obligation or what is seen as valid. It's always get a job, go to university, find a husband. And what all of these have in co

Everyone is vulnerable— the capacity to be wounded. It’s true that everyone has a different threshold for what hurts them, however often the word sensitive can get thrown around. Calling people sensitive because their capacity to be wounded is different to yours. But the thing is, those who do that don’t realize they’re sensitive too, they just have a different capacity. Sensitivity is often framed as a bad thing or almost like it is used as an insult, and implies the person

I feel almost paralyzed when it comes to trying to open up to someone about things I’ve been through. It’s like I have sleep paralysis, but when it comes to my voice. There’s this fear in me that won’t let me speak. It’s so deeply ingrained within me because I know how fast a situation can switch to being unsafe. One moment you’re opening up, and the next you’re wishing you never said anything at all. I know all it takes is a sentence for someone to invalidate my whole exper

I’ve overcome mountains. Which has given me this sense of hope. A rising phoenix from the ashes that is truly stepping into love within myself. The thought that crept in unexpectedly, like the warm breeze that sweeps in through your window in the summer time. Or the days in winter when you’re able to open your window. Where you smile to yourself as the cool winter breeze hits your face. I’ve resurrected myself from the shadows I once saw as enticing, and now— all I