The Serenity Letters

I learned that healing isn’t glamorous.It’s not a soft-filter montage with latte foam artand acoustic guitar humming in the background.It’s more like waking up at 2 a.m.,liking your ex’s old...

The first snow of winter always seduces me.White glitter falling from heaven,like Mother Nature finally gave in to her soft-girl era. And every year, I pretend I’m ready for it...

I grew my calm from concrete—yeah, I bloomed where nobody watered me.Where the air was thick with “you ain’t enough,”and my roots had to learn to break through tough. I...

I was always the one who showed up first.The one who stayed late.The one who poured love like it was refillable—like I had a back-up supply in the trunk. But...

You kept my heart on a leash,tight enough to stay,loose enough to leave me guessing.You stitched my scars with your silenceand called it devotion.You fed my wounds crumbs of affection—I...

I didn’t find peace in a plane ticketor a palm-tree panorama I could post about later.I found it in the pauseright before I cried againbut didn’t.In the exhale that said...

I used to drag my past behind melike a dented metal suitcase with the wheels missing—loud, heavy,announcing itself everywhere I went.You could hear me comingbefore I ever showed up. I...

I didn’t know recovery came with boxes and tears—Cardboard reminders of every version I used to be.You think healing’s gonna look like sunlight and sage,But it’s really bubble wrap and...

I stopped.Not because I was lazy,but because I was done bleeding for thingsthat never fed me. I silenced the alarms,let the world spin without me,and for once—I didn’t chase it....

They call it overthinking,like it’s a crime scene in my head—but baby, these thoughts?They’re the only witnesses left alive. See, I’ve been quiet long enoughto know that silence isn’t peace—it’s...

I used to decorate my silence—with smiles too bright and words too planned.A people-pleaser in lipstick armor,pretending I didn’t mind the demand. But you can only bend so farbefore the...

I paid for peace with silence—Not cash, not cards, not coins.I earned it through the nights I swallowed my voicejust to keep the world from breaking me again. See, calm...