In My Own World

Valentine’s Day is coming, and suddenly, being single feels like a public announcement—like something that needs explaining, fixing, or apologizing for. I don’t really get it. Why is it such a big deal if you’re not in a relationship? Every year, as February gets closer, there’s this invisible pressure in the air. People start asking questions. Some joke about it. Some panic quietly. Others rush into situations they’re not even sure they want—just so they won’t be alone on a specific date on the calendar. And for what? I’ve been single my whole life. That’s not a confession or a complaint—it’s just a fact. Somewhere along the way, I accepted the possibility that this might be how my story goes. No dramatic resistance. No countdown. No desperate waiting. Just acceptance. And strangely enough, that acceptance brought peace. I’m okay not having a Valentine’s date. I’m okay not having one on random Tuesdays, either. But I’ve noticed that for others, being single feels like an emergency. As...

There are people who stop trying to change—not because they are incapable, but because they know someone will always catch them when they fall. Every mistake is softened, every consequence diluted, because there is a person who will listen, sympathize, and quietly take their side. Each time they confide in this person, they receive comfort instead of accountability. Understanding instead of questions. And slowly, unintentionally, this becomes permission to stay the same. To be fair, the other side may not be innocent. Fault is rarely one-sided. But as the saying goes, every story has three faces: yours, mine, and the truth. And the truth often lives somewhere in between, unseen and unheard. This is why blind loyalty can be dangerous. Before choosing sides, perhaps we should pause and ask:  Is it possible that the person I am defending also played a part? Not to accuse, but to understand. Not to judge, but to be fair. Giving someone the benefit of the doubt does not mean betraying a...

Goodbye, 2025. You were not an easy year to carry. You came with a flood of emotions—sadness, frustration, anger. You reopened wounds I thought had already healed, only to remind me that some pain lingers quietly, waiting for the right moment to resurface. You tested my patience, my strength, and my faith in ways I wasn’t prepared for. Work was especially heavy this year. Plans fell apart. Efforts didn’t always lead where I hoped they would. There were moments when everything felt uncertain, like standing still while the world moved forward without me. And yet—somewhere in the middle of the chaos—came beautiful surprises. The kind that makes you pause and say,  “Who would’ve thought?”  The kind that reminds you that life still knows how to surprise you when you least expect it. 2025 was confusing that way. Painful and hopeful. Disappointing and generous. A year that took so much, but still gave just enough to keep me going. As I let this year go, I hope that 2026 will be the c...

If you open my heart, you won’t find softness right away. You’ll find shattered pieces of glass—sharp, uneven, scattered in places I never learned how to clean up. If you reach in too quickly, your hands will bleed. Not because I wanted to hurt you, but because there are wounds in me that were never given the time to heal. I carry a lot of unhealed things. Some I recognize. Some I’ve learned to live around. Some I pretend don’t exist until they ache unexpectedly. They’ve shaped the way I love, the way I trust, the way I hold on. And maybe Christmas has a way of making all of this louder. It slows the world just enough for feelings to surface. The lights are softer, the nights are quieter, and suddenly there’s space to notice what’s still tender. In a season meant for warmth and celebration, I’m reminded of how fragile the heart can be—and how carefully it needs to be held. So if there’s one message I want to tell myself this Christmas, it’s this: Don’t take everything too seriously. No...

Everyone talks about how hard it is to leave. But no one really talks about how painful it is to be  left. The world often paints the leaver as brave—the one who made the difficult choice, who walked away for peace, growth, or self-preservation. But what about the one who stayed? The one who didn’t choose the ending, who woke up to absence instead of closure? No one tells you how heavy it feels to be the one left behind. How quiet the days become. How everything you once shared suddenly feels unfinished, hanging in midair. It’s the ache of replaying the last conversation, wondering if you missed a sign. It’s trying to fill a space that used to be occupied by laughter, comfort, and presence. And yet, even in that sadness, I can’t help but think of that line from  Winnie the Pooh : “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” Maybe that’s the beauty and the curse of it all—having loved so deeply that losing it feels unbearable. Maybe I just tend to hold ...

Just when you thought the moment you’ve been waiting for had finally arrived, life takes a turn you didn’t see coming. It’s almost cruel at first glance—like being given a taste of something sweet, only to have it pulled away. But then, in the quiet of your disappointment, you realize: maybe this isn’t a setback at all. Maybe it’s God’s way of reminding you that His plan is always greater than yours. Right now, what I’m doing doesn’t make much sense. Some days, it feels like I’m moving in circles, waiting, hoping, wondering if this is really where I’m meant to be. And yet, deep inside, there’s a whisper telling me that one day it  will make sense. That maybe I need this pause, this season of uncertainty, to prepare me for what’s coming. Waiting isn’t easy—it tests your patience, your faith, even your confidence. But I choose to believe that this isn’t wasted time. It’s a refining time. A chance to let go of what I thought I wanted, and make room for what I truly deserve. So here I ...

Birthdays have a way of making us pause, reflect, and look at life with a little more honesty. As I celebrate mine this year, I can’t help but think about the many times I asked the Lord not to wake me up anymore. Yet, He still did. And now I understand why—because if He didn’t, I wouldn’t be here to see the beauty that life still has to offer. I wouldn’t have witnessed the quiet miracles that unfold every day, reminding me that even in the midst of struggles, life can still surprise us with joy. The future remains uncertain, but today I hold on to hope. I’m thankful for the year that has passed—the lessons, the moments of sadness I’ve learned to release, and the fears I’ve slowly begun to let go of. More than anything, I am hopeful for the days ahead. I believe that, in God’s time, everything will fall into place exactly as it should. I had plans for how I wanted to celebrate this birthday, and they didn’t happen. But there is peace in me knowing that just because it didn’t happen tod...