deep-thoughts
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Dear Infj,
You give. You give everything. Your heart, your time, your energy, your attention – and yet, so often, it feels like the world doesn’t see you. You pour yourself into others, believing in connection, in goodness, in the possibility of shared understanding. But instead, you find yourself misunderstood, overlooked, and sometimes even used. Lauren Sapala Continue reading
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Easter Thoughts from the Back Row at Benaroya
Happy Easter. I’m currently nursing a head cold and still recovering from surgery, so today looks like tissues, tea, and sweatpants. Not exactly the fresh start kind of energy Easter is known for, but it’s real. Yesterday, though, I managed to leave the house for the first time in four weeks. I went to a Continue reading
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Dear INFJ: Letter #3 – You Were Never Meant to Be Small
Dear INFJ, You’ve spent so much of your life folding yourself into quieter versions of who you are. You learned how to dim your light, not because it wasn’t bright, but because it made others squint. You learned how to carry other people’s pain without them even asking, like it was your job, your purpose, Continue reading
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Electric Reverie
In the quiet dark,Pain whispers, yet still I create—Silent strength unfolds. Continue reading
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The Body Remembers
My body is not betraying me.It is speaking.Soft, persistent, unyielding in its truth. I have lost, yet I have gained, not in numbers, but in weight that is unseen, in the burden of something growing, pressing against the fabric of who I was. A mass settles beneath my ribs,rooted like a secret,stretching the limits of Continue reading
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The Unveiling: A Love Letter to My True Self
It hit me today. A voice in my head asked, “Why are you holding back? Why are you hiding?” Wow. I have spent a lifetime hiding—hiding from the world, from others, from myself. I have played the roles expected of me, worn the masks that kept me safe, dimmed my light so I would not Continue reading
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We’re in Big Trouble—And We Need to Wake Up
The United States is in big trouble. I see it more clearly every day, and I can’t stay quiet about it anymore. Growing up, I thought being a hardcore right-wing, red-blooded conservative was the only path. I didn’t understand my mom’s feminism. If anything, I rejected it. I thought that strength meant aligning with a Continue reading
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Heavenly
I’ve had this Cigarettes After Sex piece on repeat for days now. I love the haunting vocals and how the ambient melodies weave together in a way that feels sensual yet melancholic, intimate yet vast. Continue reading
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Alone
I am sending this question out into the void. Who should I lean on when I have no one? Continue reading
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Raw
I stand before the mirror, bare. A woman. Raw. My body, defiant in its existence, stares back at me. Feminine curves, unapologetic and soft, yet unyielding. A tight stomach, not sculpted by deprivation but by the breath I have held through heartache, by the steady rise and fall of survival. Curvaceous hips, wide and steady, Continue reading
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The Inheritance of Ash and Earth
I was born from ruin, from hunger,a child of sorrow stitched from the remnants of history,woven together with the thread of survival.From the bones of a world broken and reformed,I rose, carrying the weight of two broken pastsand the hope of something that could heal the cracks between them.A body made from ghosts,an echo of Continue reading
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A Thirst for Something More
I have a thirst that runs deep within me. It’s not the thirst for anything material or shallow, but something more,something that feels as if it’s from another dimension. I long for a life that feels more true, more aligned with the core of who I am. The world around me tries to tell me Continue reading
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Valentine’s Day Evening: Sick at Home but Creating Art
Valentine’s Day—an evening of candlelit dinners, thoughtful gestures, and love in all its forms. But this year, I find myself wrapped in a blanket, not in romance, but in tissues and herbal tea. The universe had other plans. While others are out celebrating, I’m here, feeling the weight of the day in an entirely different Continue reading
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Love, Unspoken and Undeniable
“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” — Pride and Prejudice Love isn’t about perfection, it’s about being truly seen and still chosen. Mr. Darcy’s confession to Elizabeth wasn’t smooth or easy, but it was real. Love, the kind that matters, takes courage. It’s in the quiet moments, Continue reading
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Discovering John Butler: A Mind-Blowing Exploration of Philosophy and Consciousness
I recently stumbled upon John Butler on YouTube. His work digs deep into the nature of consciousness, exploring how we experience reality and how philosophy can help us better understand our own minds. The way he breaks down complex topics into accessible, thought-provoking ideas has truly expanded my perspective. I’m honestly mind-blown by the depth Continue reading
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The Weight We Carry: Learning to Rest Before We Break
I’ve spent years carrying weight that wasn’t mine—stress, expectations, unspoken grief, the silent demands of a world that never stops moving. I’ve pushed through exhaustion, convinced that rest was something to be earned rather than something I inherently deserved. But last night, as I lay on the massage table, feeling the deep pressure of hands Continue reading
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Kate Bush: The Art of Feeling
Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill is one of those rare songs that feels like it exists in its own world, timeless, haunting, and deeply emotional. From the first notes of that ethereal synth line to the pounding of the carnal drums, it carries an intensity that’s almost otherworldly. The song is about longing, understanding, Continue reading
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