I wish I had the balls to say a proper good bye. I’m excited to go home to be with my family but I’m leaving uni without saying a proper good bye to my family here in school. My mouth is tightly shut like I’m charged for how many words that proceeds out of MyContinue reading “Last days in college”
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Lying in bed
I am heartbroken again , seems like it’s a monthly symptoms Everytime I am lying alone on the bed, I think of you. Yes it’s sad that yet after 3 years I can’t hit my chest and say I have healed 😔. I am so disappointed that it’s a struggle. Here I am reminiscing onContinue reading “Lying in bed”
11:59 December 31st 2025 ❤️🩹The Year I Finally Let You Go.
A goodbye I practiced for two years and finally meant. As soon as the clock slips into 11:59 p.m. on December 31st,I am letting go of you leaving you tucked into the final chapter of 2025,where you belong,where I’ve held you for far too long. I hear I can still talk about you.Bet! just kidding.OrContinue reading “11:59 December 31st 2025 ❤️🩹The Year I Finally Let You Go.”
If Purpose were the only currency
List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter. If money didn’t matter, I’d build a life centered around purpose, impact, and love doing the things that bring me joy and draw me closer to God’s plan for me. I see myself as a medical surgeon, using my hands to bring healing and hopeContinue reading “If Purpose were the only currency”
Becoming…
What have you been working on? Right now, I am building quietlybetween pages of anatomy notes, furthering in MBBSand prayers whispered over my sleepless nights. I am learning the language of bones and destiny,where the heart means so much more than muscles and nerves,and my soul studies hard, too. The world calls it final year,butContinue reading “Becoming…”
I’m a private journal
What’s something most people don’t know about you? For some reasons most people don’t know that silence is my favourite form of expression. I might seem social or outspoken, but I draw my real strength from quiet moments, the kind where thoughts unfold like pages in a private journal. It’s in that stillness that myContinue reading “I’m a private journal”
Lazy Days
Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive? Some days I melt into stillness,like sunlight stretched across the floor no rush, no race,just breath and being, nothing more The world can wait, I tell my self.The list can fade to gray,for even clocks grow tired too,of ticking life away. But somewhere in the hush,Continue reading “Lazy Days”
It Hurt, God, it Hurt
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place. I remember sitting there in a room full of laughter, voices bouncing like music, and still feeling invisible. Everyone seemed connected, like bright threads weaving together, but I was just… dangling at the edge. Smiling so no one would ask, but inside I wasContinue reading “It Hurt, God, it Hurt”
Loving in the wrong direction
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place. I thought your arms would be home,a place where my storms could rest,but slowly, I learnedI was only visiting,never rooted. Your laughter was loud,but it never called my name.Your eyes searched the room,but never stopped on mine.And in that silence,I shrank I gave piecesContinue reading “Loving in the wrong direction”
A flame 🔥 in fragile glass
The unspoken weight of pain, strength, and survival. I wear a body that wars against me,a ribcage that tightens like a locked door,lungs that beg for air as though the skywere rationing each breath. Pain blooms herebeneath the breastbone, in the back,in places words can not trace,a fire that rubs ointment can’t quench,a shadow thatContinue reading “A flame 🔥 in fragile glass”
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