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  • Letter to myself -Ending 2025

    Letter to myself -Ending 2025

    If no one ever tells you this out loud, let it be written here: you survived a year that quietly reshaped you.

    Dear Me,

    You made it to the end of 2025. Pause for a second and really sit with that. This year tried you in ways you couldn’t have predicted, and yet—here you are. Still standing. Still learning. Still choosing yourself more than you used to.

    2025 wasn’t gentle, but it was honest. It showed you what drains you, what nourishes you, and what you can no longer pretend doesn’t hurt. You learned that walking away is not failure—it’s wisdom. That peace is not boring. That consistency matters more than words. And that you never need to shrink to be loved correctly.

    You grew quieter this year, but stronger. You stopped over-explaining. You stopped chasing clarity from people who thrived on confusion. You started trusting that uneasy feeling in your chest—and every time you did, it proved you right.

    This year taught you that healing isn’t linear. Some days you felt powerful, other days exhausted. Both were real. Both were allowed. And neither erased the progress you were making, even when it felt invisible.

    You learned to protect your energy. To rest without guilt. To take yourself seriously. To believe that what you want isn’t “too much”—it’s simply not for everyone.

    I’m proud of you for choosing growth even when it was lonely. For staying soft in a world that rewards numbness. For continuing to dream, even when disappointment tried to convince you to settle.

    As you step into the next chapter, remember this:

    You don’t need to prove your worth.

    You don’t need to earn basic respect.

    You don’t need to rush what’s meant to last.

    Carry the lessons, not the weight. Carry the confidence, not the fear. Carry yourself the way you wish others had.

    You did more than survive 2025—you became more you.

    With gratitude and trust,

    Me

  • Whose Life Are You Living?

    I’ve learned that trying to become the person your parents hope for can be honorable—but only if it doesn’t cost you yourself. When a life is lived primarily to meet someone else’s expectations, it can slowly fill with regret. Not loud regret, but the kind that settles in quietly and shapes how you show up in love, in connection, and in honesty.

    Love becomes confusing when you’re unsure whose life you’re living. It’s hard to give yourself fully to another person when you haven’t given yourself permission to be fully you.

    I hope people remember that respect for parents doesn’t require self-abandonment. You can honor where you come from without losing sight of where you’re going. And sometimes, learning what love is starts with choosing authenticity over obligation.

  • Waking Up From the Fantasy

    I think I finally woke up from the fantasy I was living in.

    For a long time, I romanticized a situation that was never meant to grow. I filled in the gaps with hope, convincing myself that what I was experiencing meant more than it actually did. It was easier to believe in potential than to accept reality.

    But clarity arrived when I got honest with myself about what I truly want.

    I want a family. I want children. I want a life built on commitment, consistency, and love that doesn’t live in the shadows. Once I admitted that, the situation I was in no longer fit the future I’m trying to build.

    I was investing my time and emotions in someone who was unavailable in all the ways that mattered. Someone whose life was already full, already chosen, already settled. I was only being offered what was convenient—moments without responsibility, connection without intention.

    The hardest realization wasn’t about them.

    It was about me.

    For a long time, I hid behind the belief that I wouldn’t find anyone better. That this was as much as I deserved. I told myself I should be grateful for the attention, even if it came with limits that slowly chipped away at my self-worth.

    I confused being wanted with being valued. I let attention stand in for love because, at the time, it felt safer than believing I deserved more.

    But attention without intention is not love.

    And connection without direction leads nowhere.

    Staying meant abandoning parts of myself—my standards, my future, my voice. Leaving meant choosing alignment over illusion. It meant letting go of what felt familiar so I could make room for what actually fits the life I want.

    I’m learning that love doesn’t require secrecy or self-sacrifice. It doesn’t ask you to shrink, wait, or settle. Real love meets you fully and openly.

    And I hope that one day I’ll look back and know without doubt that I was always worth more than the things I allowed myself to endure.

  • Shadow side

    Beneath the confident facade that I show the world,
    there's a quieter side not everyone sees unfold.
    Though I may appear strong and outgoing in light,
    I truly cherish moments of peace in my own quiet night.

    I find solace in simple joys like lazy Mondays in bed,
    though speaking to crowds fills me with dread.
    My passion lies in making a positive change,
    and exploring new hobbies keeps my life rearranged.

    Photography, rollerskating, or learning a new craft,
    bring me fulfillment and memories of my grandmother's past.
    Though others' opinions may weigh on my mind,
    traveling and meeting new faces help me unwind.

    I have a quirky sense of humor, hidden behind sarcasm's veil,
    and accents for fun, like my British one, never fail.
    Through displacement and vulnerability, I've learned to embrace,
    life's challenges with humility and grace.

    There's a side of me that craves attention and control,
    a shadow side hidden from the world's patrol.
    It's all me, flaws and all, that I'm learning to embrace,
    finding solace in my room, without the need to chase.

  • Garden

    In the garden of my soul, a delicate flower blooms,
    Petals of strength and beauty, dispelling all glooms.
    A treasure within, so deeply revered,
    My essence, my worth, so crystal clear.

    Like a precious gem, my value shines bright,
    Unwavering and true, even in the darkest night.
    Guarded with care, this sacred space,
    My inner sanctum, my saving grace.

    Just as the flower needs tender nurture and love,
    I cherish myself, like the stars above.
    For in valuing my essence, my true worth,
    I embrace all of me, from heaven to earth.

    So, honor your garden, your essence, your core,
    For within you lies a treasure, forevermore.
    Value yourself, as you would a precious art,
    For in loving yourself, you find the purest heart.

  • Caged

    Am I the bird in flight, or am I the cage,
    Enclosing my world in steel, silent rage?
    Perhaps I am both, the foundation and the bound,
    Yearning for freedom, yet the door cannot be found.

    My wings, once strong, now clipped by fear's embrace,
    My feet tethered to earth, longing for open space.
    In this prison of metal, a paradox resides,
    Protection or confinement, where truth hides.

    From dawn till dusk, I remain confined,
    Moving, yet never leaving the cage behind.
    Within these walls of my own design,
    I search for escape, a path to find.

    The cage offers refuge from the chaos outside,
    A semblance of happiness, a comforting tide.
    Yet amidst the safety, a yearning stirs deep,
    To soar beyond boundaries, where dreams sleep.

    I've yearned to spread my wings and take flight,
    But the cage holds me back, veiling my sight.
    Fear of the unknown, fear of what could be,
    Keeps me tethered to what I cannot see.

    Yet in the quiet of night, I ponder and dream,
    Of a life unencumbered, of a limitless stream.
    For if I were to break free from this cage,
    Would true freedom await, or an uncertain stage?