Category: Coming Back to Myself

Somewhere along the way, many of us were taught to earn our rest. To justify our softness. To explain why we’re tired, why we need space, why we can’t keep holding it all anymore. We learned to shrink our needs or dress them up in apology, because just wanting peace felt selfish, lazy, or too…

After years of armour, I didn’t realise how tense I had become. Not just in my shoulders or jaw or back—but in my whole being. I was holding everything. Holding myself together. Holding back tears. Holding in anger. Holding my breath through life like I was waiting for permission to finally exhale. I had lived…

When you feel safe, your heart stops shaking. There’s a version of me that existed only in survival. She knew how to anticipate everyone’s needs. She knew how to smile through discomfort. She knew how to keep the peace, even when everything inside her was screaming. That version of me was sharp, careful, tired. But…

Softness isn’t weakness—it’s the quiet strength that comes from knowing who you are beyond the fight for survival. After years of pushing hard, being soft again feels like coming home. Choosing softness means giving yourself permission to feel deeply, to rest, and to open your heart even if it’s scary. It’s about embracing vulnerability as…

There’s freedom in letting go of the need to prove anything—to stop wearing the armor built for survival. When the masks come off, what’s left is raw, real, and beautifully human. This truth is powerful: the more you accept who you are beneath all the defenses, the lighter your spirit becomes. You don’t have to…

Softness is not weakness. It’s the quiet strength that comes from being real, honest, and vulnerable with yourself and others. After years of pushing hard, surviving, and carrying armor, softening can feel scary. It might seem like you’re opening yourself up to hurt again. But softness is where true healing begins. When you allow yourself…

Survival taught me how to hustle. How to move fast, think ahead, plan everything, and never let my guard down. I learned how to stay useful, stay busy, stay needed. Because somewhere along the way, I believed that slowing down meant I was falling behind. That if I stopped moving, everything would collapse—including me. So…

Letting go isn’t about giving up or forgetting. It’s not about pretending pain never happened or pretending you don’t care anymore. Letting go is a powerful act of self-love. It means choosing to release what weighs you down—old hurts, anger, regrets, and fears—that keep you stuck in the past. It’s about freeing yourself from the…

After carrying so much weight, so many walls built for protection, it might feel like softness is a luxury you can’t afford. You might think being gentle means being vulnerable, exposed, or even weak. But softness is not weakness. Softness is strength dressed in quiet clothes. It’s the courage to lower the shields, to trust…