Sometimes bad things happen to the best of us.
And still we are allowed to feel.
We are human, made of pulse and memory,
of soft edges and fierce depths.
Our emotions are not flaws
they are proof that we are alive.
We do not have to shrink
for the comfort of others.
We do not have to silence our hearts
so someone else can rest easy.
We are our own person,
each carrying a different sky,
a different storm,
a different way of healing.
We react in the ways we know how.
We feel in the ways we must.
And that, in itself, is enough.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 4:19 PM UTC
To make our way through life, we must face difficult obstacles.
Pain is only temporary, even when it feels endless.
It is so hard to do things we never wanted to do,
to walk paths we never chose.
Life is not always fair to us,
but that does not mean it has nothing beautiful to offer.
Even in the struggle, gifts find their way to us.
And for so many of them, I am deeply grateful.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 5:31 PM UTC
I made a big mistake, one that weighs heavily on me. I fear its consequences, though harm was never my intention. In that moment, it felt like the right thing to do, but now regret burns quietly, relentlessly. I know I must face my mistakes and name them as my own, yet I don’t know where to begin. If only I could turn back time, this would never have happened.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC
What if they don’t like me?
What if they think I’m strange?
What if, what if, what if
Sometimes we have to empty our minds,
set the noise down for a moment,
and stop carrying the weight of other people’s opinions.
Not everyone has to like you.
Not every face needs to soften at your presence.
I know i write this but
still, my thoughts keep circling on how other people view me and
what story they tell themselves about me.
But this is how I am.
A mind that wonders, a heart that feels too much.
And maybe that’s not a flaw to fix,
but a truth to stand in.
And that’s okay.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 5:25 PM UTC
What if they don’t like me?
What if they think I’m strange?
What if, what if, what if
Sometimes we have to empty our minds,
set the noise down for a moment,
and stop carrying the weight of other people’s opinions.
Not everyone has to like you.
Not every face needs to soften at your presence.
I know i write this but
still, my thoughts keep circling on how other people view me and
what story they tell themselves about me.
But this is how I am.
A mind that wonders, a heart that feels too much.
And maybe that’s not a flaw to fix,
but a truth to stand in.
And that’s okay.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 5:25 PM UTC
It feels as if a part of me needs you
in order to survive,
while another part of me
wants nothing to do with you at all.
Love is strange.
It is the shadow standing beneath the sun
always there,
even when the light feels strong enough.
Not everything has a happy ending,
but isn’t that what life is about?
Making mistakes, falling,
and finding the strength to stand up again.
We can’t have everything we want.
And maybe
that is okay.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC