What he put me through. The worst part isn’t even what happened. It’s knowing he might be out there twisting the story — when he was the one who destroyed me. I’ve never been an insecure person. Objectively, I had no reason to be. But somehow, he pushed me to a point where I felt complet

It’s taken me a long time to even write this, because for the longest time the pain felt too raw. Last year — Year of the Snake 🔪 — was honestly one of the darkest periods of my life. Everything collapsed all at once. The relationship I thought was safe slowly became something that broke me.

Some days, when you’re in the moment, it’s so easy to grumble. Why is this person so annoying today? Why is work so frustrating? Lowkey… I miss my old life. Sometimes I even catch myself thinking: I used to have everything. But the truth is — we see our past through rose-tinted glasses.

I always ask myself… why do evil people exist in this world? And will they ever get their due retribution? I thought I was healing well. I really did. But today, one single sentence from someone connected to my past sent me spiralling. It was like something inside me snapped. My heart grippe

Lately, life has been wonderfully chaotic — plans every weekend, things to look forward to, people to meet. But today, I finally had a quiet moment alone and suddenly thought, “wow… it’s been a while.” And then it hit me. I remembered those days when I’d spend my entire weekends lying in bed,

For so long, I was silenced. “Keep quiet.” “I have no emotional capacity for your yapping.” “You’re too loud.” “You talk too much.” (Though… wasn’t that why you liked me in the first place?) Bit by bit, those words chipped away at me. At my self-confidence. At my self-love. There was bef

Since young, I’ve always struggled with low self-worth. My mum once told me that when I was in kindergarten, my teacher said I knew the answers — but I’d still hesitate to write them down until I asked the teacher for reassurance. Even at such a young age, I needed someone else to tell me I was rig

“Let us not grow weary in doing good, for in due season we shall reap, if we do not give up.” (Galatians 6:9) 🌾 This past year was truly a mess. On the outside, everything seemed fine, but deep inside I carried this nagging, inexplicable anxiety. Slowly, perhaps a manifestation of my own negativ

Recently, I found out that one of my bullies is under investigation. But strangely, I didn’t feel happy or overjoyed that “justice is being served.” It felt… bittersweet. Because somewhere along the way, the resentment I once held towards this person dissolved. Maybe my memory just blurre

Today, while looking for my old internship contract, the memories of how I even landed that role came rushing back & it hit me: Wow, I’ve come so far. Back in 2019, I was at my lowest. I had really bad panic attacks — sometimes multiple times a day. Living felt unbearable because every sec

i recently received a few job offers, and i’m honestly so beyond thankful. from the first day of funemployment, i already had interviews lined up — and i know how rare and lucky that is. i don’t take it for granted. but behind all the gratitude… there’s still fear. what if history repeats itse