The world trains us to believe that softness is a reward. That we can only be gentle after we’ve achieved […]
Sometimes, out of nowhere, a memory will rise. A version of you before all the heaviness. Before the survival mode.
We’ve been fed this strange lie that rest is a reward. That it’s something you earn only after exhaustion. That
Somewhere along the way, being strong turned into being isolated. Carrying it all became the badge. And asking for help?
No one taught us how much our nervous systems carry. They just expected us to push through. Be productive. Be
You were never cold. It just looked that way because you were wrapped in layers—layers of silence, of survival, of
Power used to mean control. Keeping everything together. Managing every detail. Always being three steps ahead. Power was the ability
Masculine energy got you through. But it’s not the home your soul wants to live in. You survived because you
Let the softness you craved from others become the way you speak to yourself. Maybe for years, you waited for