Heartbeats
Emotional hangover: the day after
There are days that don't hurt in the moment, they hurt later. The adrenaline fades, the noise dies down, and the emotional hangover arrives: a lump in your throat, a...
Emotional hangover: the day after
There are days that don't hurt in the moment, they hurt later. The adrenaline fades, the noise dies down, and the emotional hangover arrives: a lump in your throat, a...
You're not a teenager anymore: act like an adult
To put it bluntly: there are people with years of experience and leisure habits. They want freedom without responsibility, applause without effort, "new beginnings" every Monday without finishing what they...
You're not a teenager anymore: act like an adult
To put it bluntly: there are people with years of experience and leisure habits. They want freedom without responsibility, applause without effort, "new beginnings" every Monday without finishing what they...
No more "tomorrow": the first step is now
Life doesn't change with promises for tomorrow; it changes with steps taken today. Procrastination disguises itself as prudence, perfectionism, or "when I have time," but its effect is always the...
No more "tomorrow": the first step is now
Life doesn't change with promises for tomorrow; it changes with steps taken today. Procrastination disguises itself as prudence, perfectionism, or "when I have time," but its effect is always the...
Emotional crime
It doesn't leave bruises, but it leaves a soul in a coma. Emotional crime is any act—or omission—that undermines dignity, silences the voice, and breaks trust without lifting a finger:...
Emotional crime
It doesn't leave bruises, but it leaves a soul in a coma. Emotional crime is any act—or omission—that undermines dignity, silences the voice, and breaks trust without lifting a finger:...
“Unapproved” loves: when the clan decides for y...
Some loves are born pure, and yet someone still puts a red stamp on them. Not because there's a lack of love—for God and between two people—but because there's an...
“Unapproved” loves: when the clan decides for y...
Some loves are born pure, and yet someone still puts a red stamp on them. Not because there's a lack of love—for God and between two people—but because there's an...
The voice we lacked: speaking to heal
We grew up learning to be silent: “don’t make waves,” “that’s not something to talk about,” “just bear it.” And so, our throats became repositories of pain: ignored abuse, emotional...
The voice we lacked: speaking to heal
We grew up learning to be silent: “don’t make waves,” “that’s not something to talk about,” “just bear it.” And so, our throats became repositories of pain: ignored abuse, emotional...
