Have you ever noticed how even gentle feedback can feel like a personal attack? Or how your chest tightens at the thought of confronting someone even over something small? For many adults, the correlation between correction, rejection, and confrontation avoidance runs deep, often rooted in childhood trauma.
I am a passionate believer of love and loving what you do. I believe, to live means to seize each moment and hope for a better future, in the wake of all disaster around us. "What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger." I write straight from the heart. From a point of reasoning with your reality without justifying the reasons for the current state of things but seeing that, the grass only gets greener when you work towards getting it green. Love, laugh, live, learn and never stop dreaming!
Saturday, September 13, 2025
When Correction Feels Like Rejection: Childhood Trauma, Confrontation Avoidance, and Healing
Have you ever noticed how even gentle feedback can feel like a personal attack? Or how your chest tightens at the thought of confronting someone even over something small? For many adults, the correlation between correction, rejection, and confrontation avoidance runs deep, often rooted in childhood trauma.
Thursday, September 4, 2025
ROOTS OF LOVE
A HEART TO HOLD IN HAND
It's been a while since I shared something sweet and soft yet burns like fire. So enjoy this one
In your eyes, I do not see a mirror
I see a home.
A place where every heartbeat
meets the rhythm of my own.
We rise with the morning light,
two souls one flame moving in unison,
a flame that does not flicker,
Flowing in one breath , a flame that carries no ending,
a song that lingers beyond silence. Your touch is my peace, against my restless skin, soft and golden at dawn
Happiness is the way your name rests on my lips. your laughter, my dawn.
Your name on my lips
is both prayer and promise
a vow whispered to forever.
Like rivers surrendering to the sea,
we flow together,
carrying with us every memory,
every turn that shaped our journey.
We are roots, entwined and steady,
buried deep in sacred earth,
drinking from the same timeless well,
growing stronger with every season.
For a lifetime, I will choose you
in spring’s bloom,
in summer’s fire,
in autumn’s quiet,
in winter’s hush.
And even beyond a lifetime,
our love will remain,
stretching into eternity,
softening the world,
teaching the sky
that infinity itself
is more beautiful when shared.
With you, I am whole.
With you, I am endless.
With you
I am us.
Forever