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There is this version of me that I can see. She is standing beside me, but not next to me. I can't reach out and touch her because she is too far away, but I can feel her.

Sometimes emotional neglect comes from the inside. From the way you silence your own needs before anyone else can. From minimizing what you feel. From convincing yourself you’re ‘too much' or 'too sensitive'. From abandoning your own voice to keep the peace. The peace within you.

I stopped working out. I cried in silence. I stopped meditating. I stopped living. I thought that I had the whole self-love thing under control. I had figured that out in 2014 and was more than ten years into that journey, and so I forgot how easy it could be to slide backwards. It started like it usually does. With a small thought. A thought that I wouldn’t have even noticed because, after all, I was an expert at self-love. A few days later, that same thought would come

2025 became a year that broke me into a million different pieces. Pieces that are roughly glued back together. Pieces that, if any disruption occurs, may fall back out of place. In 2025, I had more days that broke me than any other year.

Here’s the thing: when you journal consistently, you begin to learn more about yourself than you ever expected. Patterns surface. Habits become clearer. Your journal acts like a mirror, reflecting your inner world to you and helping you see who you really are beneath all the noise of daily life.

I am looking for ways to simplify my life, BUT also to allow myself to live out loud. To follow my dreams in a way that doesn't feel overpowering and unrealistic.

Have you ever had a moment where something inside you whispered, Don’t do that , but you did it anyway? Or felt a subtle nudge to speak...

Some days, it feels like the sky falls softly all around us. A phone call, a diagnosis, a heartbreak, a wave of exhaustion you can’t quite name. The air shifts. The rhythm is lost. And yet, the dishes still need washing. Deadlines loom. Kids need care. The world keeps spinning. And you? You’re somehow supposed to keep up.

Watching someone you love navigate their pain while you're still tending to your own can be heartbreaking—but it’s also a reminder that healing is deeply personal.