I need to be honest about the scariest feeling I have right now: I miss myself. It’s strange. It’s like looking through old photos and recognizing the person smiling back, but realizing she’s been gone for a while. The person I am right now is doing the work....I’m writing, I’m praying, I’m tryin...Read more

I am absolutely livid. My hands are shaking as I write this because I have to share a tragedy that has left me hollowed out with fury and sickness. This isn't just a story; it's a testament to the fatal cruelty of betrayal. This is the story of a girl, a bright, promising soul who was just sevent...Read more

As a writer, there is no greater reward than knowing your words, especially your poetry, are acting as a bridge to other people’s souls. I never set out to be heard. I wrote because I had too much inside me and nowhere safe to put it. I wrote in whatever situation I found myself; good moments, in...Read more

I've come to understand something about my life that took me a while to name. I’ve never really had anyone pushing me forward. No constant encouragement. No one checking in to make sure I’m doing okay. Nobody reminding me to keep going when things feel overwhelming. Most of what I do, I do becaus...Read more

Today I saw a post saying that any woman who gives birth through a C-section is not worthy to be called a mother. I had to read it twice. Not because it was profound, but because I was trying to understand how confidence and ignorance can live so comfortably in the same sentence. Childbirth is not...Read more

My Rant... It’s a lonely feeling when your mind is a tiring place to be, and even lonelier when you try to share whatever you're facing and it gets misunderstood. I’m struggling right now, and I don't have the right words to explain it without it sounding like frustration. I’m not trying to pus...Read more

My first encounter with online toxicity wasn't in a dark comment section, it started with poetry. I was on a writing platform, so this guy got my number from there and chatted me... I replied thinking it would lead to literary conversations. Instead, I got him: a 28-year-old man from America. He ...Read more

Dear younger me, I see you. I see the little girl with tears in her eyes, using a smile to cover up so no one notices. I see how your small hands trembled when you had to lift what was too heavy for you.I see how you tried to grow up too quickly, because life didn’t give you the luxury of innocence...Read more

I was a young girl who thought trust was natural, like breathing. To me, it was simple you trust your guardian, because they’re meant to protect you. That’s what the word meant in my little world: safety, comfort, someone who would never let harm come close. So I trusted. I trusted with the blind f...Read more

The Fear of Being Forgotten Sometimes, one of the deepest fears we carry quietly is the fear of being forgotten. Not just by people we meet every day, but by the world itself, the fear that our existence won’t leave a trace strong enough to outlive our presence. I feel it too. There are times whe...Read more

I used to think I was healing just because I wasn’t talking about it anymore. I thought silence meant strength, and pushing everything down meant I was “over it.” But truth is, I wasn’t healing. I was hiding the pain. There’s a difference. Healing is messy. It’s crying in the middle of the night...Read more

I do my thing best when I’m alone. There’s a peace in solitude that the world can’t give. When I’m by myself, I can breathe fully, think freely, and feel deeply, I can be myself without having to filter anything for anyone. I move through my thoughts, my emotions, my dreams at my own pace, witho...Read more

I wasn’t born with a broken heart… but life made cracks early. I was just a child when the world showed me how cruel it could be. Too young to understand why I suddenly felt unsafe in my own skin. Too young to know that some wounds don’t bleed, but they change you forever. I grew up smiling, but I...Read more

I don’t know who needs to hear this… but people change. Not always because they want to hurt you. Sometimes because life changed them. Sometimes because they grew, or because pain made them colder. But they change… and you can’t always stop it. I used to think that if someone was once close to you...Read more

I am Aurora. I was not born into a gentle world. The moment I opened my eyes, life had already decided to test me. It took pieces of me before I even understood what they were. It left me carrying wounds I never asked for, memories I never wanted, and questions I still can’t answer. I have been b...Read more