This is Mira’s story—part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) 🎧 Listen while you read: “Motion Sickness” by Phoebe BridgesFor the ache of almost, the unraveling, and the clarity that comes when you finally stop trying to rewrite the ending. https://open.spotify.com/track/25Syi9wnfn6ZGAmiOBypPq?si=b3fb3080464f4d2b Mira's Story:… Continue reading Chapter Four: After the Almost
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 5 People talk about divorce like it’s the ultimate heartbreak. And yes, losing a marriage is brutal.The unraveling of a life you thought you’d grow old in… it shakes your foundation.But what no one tells you is that sometimes, the deeper wound isn’t the partner who left.It’s the friend… Continue reading The Breakup That Hurt the Most
A recent realization struck me: the version myself that emerges can vary significantly depending on the company I keep. As I reflected on this insight, I recognized the importance of seeking relationships where I genuinely like the version of myself that appears when I am with them. This understanding highlights just how crucial it is… Continue reading Choose Connections Where You Like the Version of Yourself
How beautiful that we're in a perpetual growth, evolution, and self-discovery state. Over the last few weeks, I've had the delight of learning things about myself that now, in hindsight, seem glaringly obvious. I am a creature of comfort. Then again, aren't we all? Our comfort zones provide both safety and a sense of control.… Continue reading A Dance of Self-Discovery
When I visualize my heart I see it battered and bruised. The evidence of old wounds. There would be signs, also, of my attempt to protect it; an old broken stone wall forgotten, and a battered shield lying to waste.
Friend, our existence is full of rules - all the shoulds - that never ending list of things that we’re supposed to do, or be, or have. Gradually it begins to make us feel inadequate and lost. As though we’re wading into a pool teaming with razor sharp claws hell-bent on ripping us apart, pulling off all the hopes and dreams, the things seen as insubstantial, thus leaving us feeling small.
You give so much of yourself, friend. It's just how you love, I know. I also know that, while you ask for nothing in return, you long to be seen. To have the things you do recognized and appreciated. For YOU to be seen recognized, and appreciated. Sometimes we forget to see one another. It… Continue reading Invisible
