memoir writing
The Courage to Leave
Not to demand a fixed ending, but to have the courage to leave.
poetic essay
What If Being Is Becoming?
Rather than fixed endpoints
philosophy
The Law of the Mirror
We are being judged because we are the judges.
Self-Reflection
The Weight of a Promethean Future
Prometheus was gifted with forethought. For him, the future was not an idea but a pressure weighing on his chest, because he could feel it pulling on the present. He saw humans fearing the dark, shivering in the cold and he took fate into his hands by mistaking the future
Self-Reflection
The Road to Perfection Has No Destination
My story traces back to the very first time I was broken. The first and deepest heartbreak I ever carried came quietly, settled deep, and reshaped the way I carried every heartbreak after. As the youngest of three daughters, I lived in the soft glow of being my daddy’s
trauma and healing
The Medicine Said: Apologize to Yourself
I’ve been journaling since I was seven. Today, I asked myself why I write. The answer appeared on a forgotten page from an old journal. I write because I want to remember. 11.05.2023 My emotions are mixed but maybe what makes it confusing is that it’s
Reflections
Sea Within the Mind, Harmony Beyond the Thought
Understanding the rhythm beneath chaos is to recognise without reacting.
Psychology
The Self is Found in the Space Between
If we figure ourselves out, the rest will unfold.
adaptability psychology
Invitation to Escape Our Mental Prisons
Fear is an emotion we have always labelled as bad, something to avoid, right? What if, all this time, we have been looking at it from the wrong side? Since the beginning of humankind, we have been afraid of things: the dark, heights, wild animals. During the stone age, darkness
toxic patterns
Under the Sunlight, Full of Laughter and Sparks
There isn’t a universal way of loving someone. Our preferences change depending on the mask we wear at the time. Since I’ve been orbiting around different love patterns lately, I wanted to tell a lighter story this time. Someone once loved me exactly the way I wanted to
literature
Something Like Living
Just maybe, she could still choose what came next. And for today, that was enough.