Category: personal essay
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The House Of Just Us
Description: To me, love is not a performance to be maintained, but a sanctuary to inhabit. This is a reflection on finding a partner who honors your growth, understands your silence, and creates a foundation so solid that doubt simply cannot take root. They say love must reveal itself with noise, with grand gestures and…
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The Moment I Knew I Needed To Meditate
I am a person who is usually pretty busy, with doctor’s appointments and this new Etsy shop. A brand-new face painting gig and wanting to release my writing. I just go and go because it’s what I do. Maybe a little too much, at my own detriment. It could be some weird coping mechanism. I…
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The Space Between The Matrix And Independence
There was a version of myself I kept meticulously folded, tucked away behind the expectations of others, obscured by the calm of their certainties. This quiet suppression began subtly in childhood. I recall, at five years old, a moment of mischievous delight in a bustling shopping mall, relishing the frantic attention of my parents as…
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What I Learned During A Power Outage
Candles and battery-operated lights are still extremely valuable! How did people once live like this? No lights or hot water. Trying to cook must have taken hours! No electronics of any kind. Can you imagine waiting to hear from someone, but there were no phones? Or just trying to walk into the next room. Quickly…
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A Short Letter To You
Some places are reminders of so many moments; they remind us of so many things. Hidden are hundreds of memories in a single place. Isn’t it a beautiful thing how a single place can remind us of so much?! Isn’t it amazing how a single place can hold so much?! Furthermore, if the place is…
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Holiday Season – Why I Am Switching Off
Everyone craves time off to slow down, to have those perfectly curated, sweet, cozy morning routines portrayed on one of the many reels calculated by my Instagram and TikTok algorithm. It is presented with such ease, through a luscious spread of food, an assortment of coffee, and a very specific plan related to the gym,…
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Who Am I Without Yearning For You
I do crave a kiss. For a forehead kiss. For a forehead man’s kiss. And I know loving you was a bliss, because I don’t feel as happy and as good as when you were by my side. I crave for someone who wishes me a good night before sleeping and someone who holds me…
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In My Anti-People Pleasing Era
When I first saw that this publication was looking for writers to contribute their work, I immediately thought: “How can I add something of value to this magazine and its readers?” Each of us, regardless of what it is we aspire to become in life, all want to do something that makes each morning worth…
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Chronically Ill And Fabulous
Being chronically ill can feel like a full-time job. The doctors are rude to you. They have to Google what is wrong with you, it is considered that rare! The doctor admits they get 15 minutes of training on your condition. So, no, they are not very aware of anything you deal with! On top…
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Bernadette’s Story, Part 2: Living, Loving, and Learning to Trust
Bernadette was by no means a perfect dog, but she was the perfect dog for me. She could be unpredictable, aggressive, and would bite you if you tried to touch her feet. But she loved me unconditionally with her whole being. She followed me like a shadow and cuddled near me when I was sad…