Self Reflection
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The People and Forces I Look to for Guidance
List the people you admire and look to for advice… In life, we often find ourselves seeking wisdom, understanding, and direction from those who have shaped us, whether they are people, moments, or even invisible forces. For me, my guidance comes from a combination of both tangible and intangible sources that help me navigate the 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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INFJs and Narcissistic Abuse: A Personal Reflection
Being an INFJ feels like existing in a world that isn’t quite made for you. We’re the dreamers, the idealists, the ones who are wired to understand people’s pain, often before they even realize it themselves. We seek to help, to heal, and to guide others through their darkest times, sometimes without even being asked. Continue reading
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When Pain Becomes Normal
I keep thinking about how long this has been growing inside me. How many times I brushed off the pain, the bloating, the pressure, because I thought it was just part of being a woman. The horrible period cramps that felt like a hot brick pressing down on my uterus. The hip pain that radiated 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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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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Becoming Me: Embracing Adventure, Freedom, and the Vibrancy of Life
For as long as I can remember, I lived cautiously, almost mechanically. My decisions, my actions, my very way of being, everything was shaped by an invisible, yet very real, wall of fear and responsibility. A wall I didn’t know I had built, but one that was firmly in place, holding me back from the 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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Winter Touched My Skin and My Heart
Winter came to me slowly, like a lover who takes their time, savoring each moment before diving into the depths. His presence was a quiet promise, unspoken but felt, wrapping around me in a way that I couldn’t quite shake off. His touch was cool at first, like fingers lightly grazing the back of my Continue reading
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Snow Falls, But I Am Warm
There’s snow outside today, soft and gentle, falling quietly as if the world itself is holding its breath. The air is sharp with cold, but somehow, I feel a warmth in my heart, unexpected and comforting. It’s a warmth that rises slowly, as if it’s been there all along, just waiting for the right moment Continue reading
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A Portrait of Light: Painting Myself Into the Aurora
There is something about the aurora that feels like a language I almost understand. It moves with a kind of knowing, a silent rhythm written in color, never still, never fully graspable, yet undeniably real. It exists in the space between darkness and light, between earth and sky, between what is seen and what is Continue reading
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A Love Letter to Spice
I didn’t grow up with spice. My mom, born and raised in Germany, considered a lot of black pepper too bold, a reckless gamble on an otherwise perfectly balanced dish. Our meals were careful, deliberate, steeped in history. Vinegar for brightness, cloves for warmth, paprika for depth. Butter melted into broth, softening the sharp edges Continue reading
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Stillness
Pure stillness in the air tonight,Long shadows stretch beneath the light.Every breath is sharp and clear,An empty world, so calm, so near.Silence holds the evening close,Every sound feels soft, morose. Trees stand bare against the sky,As winds move slowly, passing by.Lit windows flicker in the dark,Keeping warmth within each heart.The cold wraps round with gentle Continue reading
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Half of Me
There’s a half of me I keep in shadows,tucked beneath the surface where no one sees.A quiet hum of longing, a melody unsung,a bridge that spans the distance between who I amand who I might have been. Half of me craves roots,anchored in the soil of certainty,nurtured by stability,while the other halfdreams of flight—windswept freedom,the Continue reading
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The beauty of the small things: embracing the hidden depths of everyday life
There’s a quiet magic in the world that most people overlook, the kind of beauty that doesn’t shout to be seen, but quietly whispers to those who know how to listen. It’s in the warmth of the sun on your face as you step outside in the morning, the way the breeze dances gently through Continue reading
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The Home I Carry With Me
Home. It’s a word that holds so much meaning. For years, I thought it was simply a place like the house I grew up in, the rooms that felt familiar, the roof that kept everything out. I thought it was a fixed thing, a physical space that defined where I belonged. But over time, I’ve Continue reading
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Amélie: A Mirror to My Soul
There are certain moments in life when art seems to reach into the very depths of your soul and reveal parts of you that you never knew could be expressed. That’s exactly how I felt when I first watched Amélie. It wasn’t just a film—it felt like someone had stepped into my mind, observed my Continue reading
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The Courage to Be Authentic in a World That Pushes Conformity
Authenticity has always been like a quiet whisper inside of me, urging me to show up as I truly am. It’s a knowing that runs deep in my chest, one that tells me I should embrace who I am, no matter how much it feels like I might be “too much” for the world around Continue reading
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