Comfort helped me survive. Not the cozy kind. Not blankets, a hot cup of tea and some candles. The kind of comfort that shows up after a long time of surviving.  The kind that lets your shoulders drop, your jaw unclench, the tension leave your body. The kind that finally allows you to breathe. Sleeping, re…

I've been asking myself a question I genuinely don't know the answer to: Who am I when I stop adapting?   I think I became a very adaptable person long before I became an adult. And somewhere along the way, being loved started feeling more important to me than being known. By others but also by mys…

I used to think safety felt like being chosen. Now I think safety feels like being considered.   When I got into my last relationship, things happened really fast. A little too fast if I'm being fully honest, and a part of me knew. I mistook intensity for safety, promises for reality, emotional dependenc…

It's been a while since I wrote something. Life happened, love happened, loss happened. But let's go back a little...  My last post was quite sad and to be honest, I had given up. I was done with everything, done with hoping for something good, for love, for happiness. And just like the stupid saying…

You know... sometimes, life is just too much.   I feel like I basically live out of spite. Cause there are a few things I still want to see.  The final season of "Stranger Things". The full story of "Deltarune". The day I meet my best friend in real life. But I'm not happy. I'm …

Last year, I've changed a lot. Something shifted inside of me and made way for great things. Today's post is about these changes and how I found what I've been looking for - my little place in this world.   speaking up for myself   One of the most important learnings last year was speaking up for…