Category: My Mind
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I stopped responding, not out of anger, but out of understanding. Every interaction pulled me back into the same confusion, the same pain, the same version of myself I no longer recognised. Setting boundaries wasn’t about shutting her out —…
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As the panic faded, clarity took its place. Little by little, the things I’d excused or ignored revealed themselves as patterns, not one-offs. It wasn’t about blaming her or absolving myself — it was about finally seeing the relationship as…
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The days after the break-up weren’t calm or reflective. They were chaotic. My emotions pulled me in every direction at once, and nothing matched up — what I felt, what I knew, and what I wanted all existed in separate…
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The end didn’t arrive slowly or gently. It wasn’t one of those break-ups you can feel coming. It hit like a shift in the ground beneath my feet — sudden, disorientating, and impossible to make sense of. I didn’t know…
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Looking back over my old posts, I’m struck by how much ground I’ve covered without noticing. The heartbreak, the confusion, the anger — and somewhere in the middle of all that, the slow return of my own voice. I used…
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School was never a safe place for me. Every day began with anxiety and ended with relief that it was over. But then came one lesson — drama. No desks, no rules, just an open space and a teacher who…
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When the system fails to serve its people, real change doesn’t wait for elections or slogans. It begins in communities, in networks of trust, in local acts of collaboration and mutual aid. By reclaiming agency outside the stage of formal…
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Disillusionment with politics is often seen as apathy, but what if it’s something sharper — recognition? When the patterns of power never change, and every “new” leader carries the same agenda in a different suit, refusal to vote becomes not…
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Modern democracy looks vibrant on the surface — full of choice, debate, and noise. But behind the spectacle lies something quieter and more enduring: the machinery of power itself. This piece explores how fear, militarisation, and illusion keep citizens obedient…
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I thought I needed someone to make me happy. Turns out, I just needed space to be myself again. Being alone isn’t a setback — it’s a reset. And for the first time in a long time, I’m actually okay…
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The divorce papers arrived, and even though I knew they would, it still knocked me. I thought I’d feel relief, but instead it’s bittersweet. Whatever her feelings were, mine were real — and that makes this the end of not…
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Some days, I sit here, waiting for the phone to ring, rehearsing the conversation I’ll never have. I don’t need her to call. I don’t want her to. And yet, going through those imagined words reminds me that I’m over…
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Turning off my ex’s social media was the best decision I’ve made. From panic attacks to peace, here’s how I found healing and embraced my independence again.
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Boundaries aren’t just about keeping others out. They’re about giving myself permission to heal, focus on what matters, and surround myself with people who respect me.
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Healing isn’t a straight line. Some days I function, but only in body. Some days the thoughts creep back in. This is an honest account of the last three days—acknowledging the struggle, owning what’s mine, and refusing to carry someone…
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Healing after a breakup isn’t about pointing fingers. It’s about honesty—looking inward at your own flaws, while recognising the patterns you can’t change in others. Only when you accept both can you truly grow and avoid repeating the same mistakes.
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Healing isn’t a straight line. Some days still spiral, but with each one, the sting softens a little. Today reminded me that even when I slip, I can step back, reset, and keep moving forward.
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A reflection on divorce delays, manipulation, and reclaiming peace by refusing to stay trapped in someone else’s need for control.
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When a narcissist calls you a narcissist, it’s projection—an attempt to rewrite history and keep you trapped in their narrative. The urge to defend yourself is strong, but the truth is they don’t care, and nothing you say will ever…
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She claims she’s over me. She says she’s “upgraded.” Yet she still reads my blog, still references me, still rewrites the story. If she were truly secure in her choices, she wouldn’t need to. The reality? Narcissists never fully let…
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