I’m sitting in this space of discomfort. Those early, early moments of dating when you’ve met someone who piques your interest and there is this moment where you think… This could be something. I have not sat in this space for a very long time. It’s been three years since I dated anyone seriously. While… Continue reading My Crush
We often think people-pleasing only happens in toxic relationships. But what happens when we use understanding to silence our honesty in healthy ones?
I was one class away from finishing my master's degree when I asked my dad for help paying for it. He said no. Looking back, I wonder if that moment became the foundation of my hypervigilance; the belief that if I planned well enough, carried enough, and anticipated every possibility, I would never have to ask for help again.
Sometimes the safest thing we can do is stop hiding and let ourselves be fully seen.
My heart has called me home. There was a certain sheepishness as I followed her call; I hadn't realized I'd abandoned her throne, leaving nothing but dust on her seat. Stress and anxiety had lured me away, whispering that my value lay in the lands of others. The relentless machine of obligation overwhelmed me. I… Continue reading My Heart
Insecurities are an interesting thing. We treat them like small, shameful secrets, yet we allow them to dominate large swaths of our lives. For some, that insecurity might be a vice; for others, it’s the shape of their body or the weight of a decade-old mistake. We live in constant fear that we’ll be "branded"… Continue reading And It Worked
The car was silent. The only sound was the tick-tick-tick of the engine cooling in the school parking lot. It’s just armor, and it looks heavy. Paige’s words weren't an echo. They were truth. Halley didn't drive home. Not right away. She drove to Mira's. It was an instinct. A pull, a "force" that had… Continue reading Halley: The Re-Direction
Halley knew the after. The after-party. The after-image. The aftermath. She was the one who brought the snacks. The one who called you out. The one who held your hand in the trenches and never, ever left. Her life was a monument to the 'after,' to surviving. Her apartment was the physical proof: thrifted art,… Continue reading Halley: The Echo
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.) Mira's Story: One the RecordWhat happens when the people who built you, broke you, and chose you all sit at the same table—and hit “record.” The studio was warmer than usual, crowded… Continue reading Chapter Fifty: On the Record
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: “Better Than” by Lake Street DiveFor that moment when you realize relationships—especially messy ones—can evolve if you're both willing to show up. https://open.spotify.com/track/2NVTpSoonYCVm7RE8zczEy?si=cf8ddf19743645a9 Mira's Story: The Other Side of… Continue reading Chapter Forty-Nine: The Other Side of the Mirror
