For a long time, I had a complicated love-hate relationship with my body. The world has not always been kind to me about my weigh

For a long time, I believed grief had an expiration date. I thought healing meant I should be “over it.” But grief doesn’t vanish it transforms.

Sundays for me are usually spent buried behind my laptop, writing and creating for the week ahead. September was a heavy month full of emotions and a body that’s been loudly protesting.

Lately, I’ve found myself in what I call my quiet era. It’s not about isolation it’s about peace. After years of noise, chaos, and survival, stillness feels like medicine

For a long time, trust felt like a foreign word to me. Trust had been broken so many times in others, in relationships, even in myself. It felt fragile, unsafe, impossible to rebuild.

At one point, I felt like I was on a boat circling endlessly in the ocean, with no idea which direction I was heading. I was moving, but I wasn’t going anywhere

There was a time in my life when the weight of my own darkness nearly consumed me. I know what it feels like to sit in that space where hope feels like a stranger,

Some milestones don’t look like celebrations to anyone else, but they matter deeply.

Those days when you're just going through the motions, surviving but not really living. When toxic relationships drain your energy, when anxiety and depression feel like unwelcome guests that just won't leave, when you're tired of putting on a brave face while feeling broken inside.

One of the many things I do in my daily, is to take a moment to appreciate moments like this, to be grateful I get to have these moments.

You know, there's this side of my life that most people don't get to see, when people see me out and about, doing things, living life they're only seeing a snapshot of what my days are really like.

August felt like I was adrift in a small boat, endlessly circling in the ocean, searching for a sign to guide me. In healing, there comes a moment where you must choose: leap into the unknown or retreat into the familiar

You know that feeling when your whole world is spinning? Well, multiply that by a thousand.

The difference between then and now isn't just about time passing. It's about the choices I made, the boundaries I set, and the healing I committed to. From chaos to peace, from survival to thriving this is my story of transformation, and it's still being written

Remember that even on the gloomiest days, we're still surrounded by little blessings. They're always there, waiting to be noticed, waiting to be felt, waiting to remind us that we're never really alone in the storm.

I recently encountered a bump in the road. I experienced tantrums, shed ugly tears, and had moments when I wanted to give up on many things. There were times I felt done, over ugly people. My mental health took a downturn, my physical health suffered, and I found myself emotionally drained.Yet

2025, I have selected four impactful words to steer my path: Adventure, New Beginnings, Growth, and Comeback.

I am the woman who enters each new year with a clear plan and defined goals. It has always been important for me to set intentions and identify what I want to achieve. However, for the first time, I’m starting this year without a specific plan.

I have countless reasons to be thankful; Circumstances change and people reveal their true selves. Often, it's the people you least anticipate who leave the most significant impression.