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My partner and I drew each other today haha
Turning pain into art is how I'm balling through life rn
Is a safe world really too much to ask for?
And this is exactly why we don’t feel safe.
I live in the middle of a concrete jungle and it's very cramped here. I can't move due to financial constraints, so I started painting spaces that feel cozy. It's working! I don't feel as anxious anymore
I’m tired of the world not making sense. But it’s not new...this heaviness has been with me since I was seven. And i know it's because I stopped trusting myself, my worldview, my intuition and my feelings. I'm still learning to find my way back.
I Never Thought I Could Break a Heart
I never imagined that I could be the one to break someone’s heart. Not because I believed that I could never hurt anyone...but because I genuinely believed no one would ever love me deeply enough for their heart to break over me.
I never saw myself as someone people fall in love with at first sight. I don’t have the kind of beauty that turns heads. I’m… okay to look at. Soft. Childlike. Gentle. Not bold, not fierce, not dramatic ...nothing like the women with striking, mature, irresistible features.
I’m not loud. I’m not the most confident in the room. I’m not the one brimming with unstoppable talent or unshakeable ambition. I’m not the one who makes money effortlessly or who creates brilliance out of thin air.
But there is one thing I know I’m good at: I make people feel understood. Seen. Like their inner world matters...even if it looks nothing like mine. I learned that ability long before I knew it was a gift… born out of a childhood where I would’ve given anything to feel understood myself. And I’ve spent my life wondering about the mysteries of being human and finding poetry in the ordinary. And somehow, I never thought that was enough to make someone fall in love with me.
And yet… people do.
I never thought I was something to look at, and yet he looks at me so adoringly that I can't help but feel beautiful for a moment. I never thought I was interesting and yet he talks to me like I’m the most fascinating existence in the universe. I never thought I could be the highlight of someone’s day and yet he lights up the moment he sees me.
And I find myself thinking: How could someone odd like me be worthy of love like this?
That’s when I realized: love is like art. There are no prerequisites to it. We learn the art of loving as we go. Some love the trendy things, some love the wild things, some love the shiny things and some love the subtle, the quiet, the ones who carry softness instead of spectacle.
And in loving and being loved, we become living, breathing works of art.
But here is the part that hurts: Even after receiving this love, I will still break his heart. Not because I don’t appreciate it but because I am already in love with someone else. Someone who has held my soul for a few years now. Someone who knows every broken piece of me and stays. His love is different, not brighter, not louder...but deeply familiar. Safe. True.
And for that love, I might have to break a few hearts along the way.
It hurts (I'm a recovering people pleaser haha) and maybe it’s a grief I’ll never fully shake off. But I’m learning that people will love you...whether or not you believe you’re worthy of being loved. That is the strange, miraculous, heartbreaking truth of being human.
Sent this to a student today...my 18 year old self really needed to hear this
I didn’t notice it at first, but for years I’ve had this strange relationship with money...not the kind everyone talks about, like overspending or shopping to escape.
Mine was the opposite.
I just… never bought anything for myself.
Not clothes.
Not hobbies.
Not little comforts.
Not even small things that would’ve genuinely made my life nicer.
Even after I started earning.
Even after I had savings.
Even after I had enough for emergencies.
It never felt “safe” to buy things I wanted.
And when I really sit with it, I realise how loud the voices in my head were all along:
- What if something bad happens?
- What if I suddenly need this money for an emergency?
- What if life collapses again?
- What if I have to leave home immediately?
Every decision was filtered through survival.
It’s like my brain believed something terrible was always waiting around the corner.
And this isn’t about money at all..it’s about trauma.
People who grow up without emotional stability learn very early that good things never last.
So even when we’re finally safe, our bodies don’t believe it.
It’s easier to deny ourselves joy than to risk having it and losing it.
I didn’t understand that this was CPTSD, that this was chronic survival mode, that this was catastrophizing disguised as “being responsible.”
So sometimes healing just looks like buying yourself something you want just because you want it.
Like choosing comfort without guilt.
Like letting life be soft for a moment.
The book I’m reading right now is the first thing I bought purely out of desire.. not necessity, not fear, not practicality.
Maybe things don’t have to fall apart anymore.
Maybe we don’t have to live like the emergency is still happening.
You can trust yourself.
You can handle life.
Joy doesn’t make you vulnerable..it makes you alive. :)
I’ve noticed that people sometimes get offended when I say that many of our adult problems are rooted in childhood. The moment I bring it up, it’s almost like something sacred gets touched.. people take it as a personal attack on the love their parents gave them. It threatens a worldview that so many of us were raised with: that parents always act in our best interest, and therefore, talking about harm equals blaming them.
But here’s what I really mean and what I want to make clear: Parents don’t have to be evil monsters to cause damage.
A parent can be loving, affectionate, protective… and still unknowingly hurt their child. Not because they lack love, but because they were operating within beliefs and norms that shaped them.
I’ve come to understand that, as a species, we’re still very early in learning how to parent emotionally. We’re only beginning to understand children’s psychological needs. The very concept of “childhood” as a developmentally unique stage is actually recent in human history.
Just to put things into perspective:
-- In medieval Europe, children were often treated as miniature adults, expected to behave, work, and respond like grown-ups. Childhood wasn’t seen as a separate phase of emotional development.
- Corporal punishment..hitt!ng, $panking, and phys!cal discipline was considered completely normal for centuries and was used both at home and in schools.
- Even in the early modern period some parenting manuals taught that a parent should “break a child’s will” early in life..not because they were cruel, but because society genuinely believed that suppressing the child’s individuality was necessary to raise an obed!£nt adult
- it is only in the 20th and 21st centuries that psychological research has begun showing the long-term effects of such parenting..like heightened @nxiety, depr£ssion, relationship difficulties, and emotional dysregulation later in life
So when I talk about childhood affecting adulthood, I’m not talking about blame. I’m talking about cont£xt.
many of our parents loved us deeply.. and still ended up hurting us because the world hadn’t yet learned what children actually need to feel safe, seen, and emotionally supported. They inherited their parenting models from generations that didn’t understand neuroscience, tr@uma, attachment, or emotional development
So for me, acknowledging childhood is not about accusing anyone.
It’s about finally acknowledging our reality.
It’s about understanding where our wounds came from so we don’t carry them blindly for the rest of our lives.
It’s about taking our healing seriously, so we can reclaim our lives rather than living out patterns that were formed before we were even old enough to speak.
This is not about blame.
It’s about healing.
It’s about honesty.
It’s about freeing myself to live differently.
You know… today I was wondering why I used to give up on things so easily in the past. And it hit me, maybe it wasn’t because I was weak or undisciplined.
Maybe those things just… didn’t matter to me at the core. Because when I look at the things I didn’t give up on..the things I held onto through anxiety, exhaustion, fear, and setbacks, there was always a reason.
A reason that meant something to my heart. And it made me realise that resilience isn’t some personality trait only a few people are born with. It’s just what happens when something matters enough.
Even in space it’s like that. A star isn’t born because the gas cloud “tries harder.”
It’s born because the gravity at its center is strong enough to pull everything inward..until ignition happens.
And I think humans are the same.
We don’t keep going because we love struggling. We keep going because the why is stronger than the obstacle. When the reason is strong enough the energy appears, the focus appears, the resilience appears. So maybe the real question isn’t
“Why do I give up so easily?”
Maybe it’s…
“What is the thing whose gravity pulls me?” Because when you find that...you won’t have to force perseverance.
You’ll ignite.
In space, when two massive stars collide, they create gravitational waves ripples that travel across the universe for billions of years. Trauma works the same way. The moment is long gone… but the impact of it still haunts you in the present. So your triggers, reactions, fears are not proof that you’re weak or defected in some way or that there's something inherently wrong with you. But they're rather proof that something happened in your past that's unresolved. So healing is simply about becoming aware of our triggers, reactions, fears and experiencing the opposite. Because once you understand the pattern, you’re no longer ruled by it. So the past may ripple through you but it doesn’t have to own you.