She didn't hurt me. I hurt myself.
And somehow we realize patterns only later. On emotional imbalance and returning to your own softness. slowly.
Coming of SOUL 🦋
A newsletter as old as my soul trying to wing out little tales of art, love and peace with every freckles of my life mislead beautifully.
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Self-actualization over self-esteem.
I am sending this anyway.
Do you still doubt who will read your story? Oh dear, but! Dare to write it for yourself first!
Because only you can tell your story!
How can you explain you are not okay without having to convince yourself you are okay.
The voice we leave most unheard.
Let me write this out!
Not talking(writing) is heavy.
What does it really takes?
I pivot as I write.
Where did all my main character energy go?
How we live and unlive.
You are only as alive as your art.
Keep it breathing.
It is not always easy but you are going to make it happen anyway.
A confessional essay on letting my soul unwind freely.
You are not a project to be healed.
You are only a soul that needs mental liberty.