healing
How to heal fully and properly.
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕠 𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝
The world is not a sequence of events... For me, it is a cathedral made of glass and vibrating tuning forks, where every sound is a hammer blow and every light is a needle. My mind does not inhabit a body so much as it haunts a sprawling, unlit estate where the floorboards have turned to teeth and the wallpaper is printed with the static of a thousand unsaid words.
By Akiya ღ7 months ago in Motivation
A Small Dandelion. Honorable Mention in Small Win Challenge.
I am trying to maintain a friend. For a very long time I kept a glass wall between me and other people. The glass wall was made up of words like, “They wouldn’t understand me,” “They don’t care,” “I don’t care,” “They’re annoying,” “I’m too much for them,” “They’re too much for me,” “They’re boring.”
By Rita Chun7 months ago in Motivation
Content Versus Happy
I used to think I was happy. Then one day I realized that being happy was not enough. It did not satisfy me and felt like a here-today, gone-tomorrow roller coaster. That did not make me happy. So when did I finally find happiness? I didn’t. I learned how to be content. Then happiness came more regularly and easily.
By Alexandra Grant7 months ago in Motivation
Little Things Mean a Lot
It started like most mornings do now—slow, uncertain, and already heavy before anything had happened. The TV was on before I walked into the room. It always is. The volume low, the light flickering across the walls, a kind of constant presence she clings to. Her bed is the other. Between the two of them, her world has become smaller, safer maybe, but also harder to leave.
By Lori Armstrong7 months ago in Motivation
The Weight of a Small Wag
April 13th: A Shift in the Weather The dawn in Ventura County didn't break so much as it bruised the sky—a dull, purplish gray that mirrored the state of my own heart. At forty-five, I’ve felt less like a man and more like a clock with a rusted mainspring. My marriage to Sarah has become a masterclass in polite silence, a house of mirrors where we catch glimpses of who we used to be but can no longer touch or hear. Our conversations are strictly logistical, pruned of all color. They are as dry as the Santa Ana winds.
By Meko James 7 months ago in Motivation
“Hope Lives Here”
Where Broken Lives Begin Again No one arrived at the house by accident. They found it the same way people find things they’re not supposed to—through quiet desperation, whispered recommendations, or moments when life felt like it had closed every door at once.
By Hamza Habib7 months ago in Motivation
I Quit Social Media
THE ACCOUNT I DELETED AND THE LIFE I FOUND 💻 I had 47,000 Instagram followers when I deleted my account on January first, a number that represented three years of content creation, approximately two thousand posts, somewhere between eight hundred and a thousand hours of time spent photographing, editing, captioning, and engaging with people I had never met and would never meet, and a meaningful portion of my professional identity as someone who was building a personal brand in the wellness and lifestyle space, and the deletion which took approximately thirty seconds to execute after which the account and everything it contained disappeared permanently was the most terrifying and most liberating thing I had done in years because it was the first major decision I had made in three years that was not made in relationship to how it would appear to the audience that had become the invisible committee I consulted before every significant choice in my life 😤📱
By The Curious Writer7 months ago in Motivation
