Self Reflection
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Cleansed: A Meditative Water Journey
Filmed in black and white, Cleansed is a meditation on renewal. It begins with light, with dryness, with restraint. And slowly, quietly, it unfolds into something softer, wetter, and more vulnerable. The water falls not just on my skin, but through the layers of armor we so often wear in this world. As the droplets… Continue reading
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Mirror
I am the mirror The one you never quite expect, But when you meet my gaze, You see beyond the mask you wear. In my stillness, you confront The parts you hide even from yourself The choices made in shadow, The soft betrayals you dare not name. I hold your reflection steady, Not twisted by… Continue reading
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No Vacations, No Retirement —Just Grit and Grace
I grew up in what my mother called “working poor.” It wasn’t a label we wore publicly. It was just… life. At first, I thought we were like everyone else. I thought soup kitchens were just another kind of restaurant. I thought thrift stores were where everyone got their clothes. I thought rich meant your… Continue reading
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Limbo
Edges blur and fade A soul drifts in hollow space Yearning without home. Continue reading
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The Woman I Saw in Myself: Loving Katharine Hepburn
There are women I admire. And then there are women who remind me of myself before I had language for who I was. Katharine Hepburn is that woman. I can’t tell you the first time I saw her, I don’t mean watched her, I mean felt her. That sudden stillness in my chest, like someone… Continue reading
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The Art of Fragrance: Memory, Mystery, and Musky Skin
There was a time in my life when I worked behind a fragrance and cosmetics counter at a large department store. The lights were soft but flattering, the glass counters sparkled, and I was surrounded by bottles—tiny, elegant sculptures filled with emotion. That’s what perfume is, really: emotion in liquid form. Back then, I didn’t… Continue reading
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My First Week Back at Work After Surgery: A Humbling Reminder
Coming back to work after surgery felt like walking into a space I once knew but now had to relearn. I told myself I’d ease back in, be gentle with my body, honor the healing process. And I really thought I understood what that meant. But this first week? It reminded me how much I… Continue reading
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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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