The last time I wrote here was in 2017. Back then, I was still holding onto hope, love and the idea that if I just tried hard enough, everything would fall into place. I believed in effort, patience and kindness- and I still do. But life had a few lessons waiting for me that would change the way I understand all of those things.

Not long after that last post, my healing began- not in a peaceful, beautiful way, but through heartbreak, exhaustion and truth rising to the surface. I stopped writing, not because I stopped caring, but because I was unravelling. Everything I had buried for years- my pain, my strength, my voice- started coming up, all at once.

I went quiet to survive… And now I am writing again to live.

I’ve learned that healing isn’t about staying positive all the time. It’s about being real- with yourself, with others and with parts of life that don’t look neat or graceful. It’s about reclaiming your time, your truth and your energy from people, places and systems that took too much.

So I am keeping all my old posts. They remind me of who I was- someone still trying to make sense of love and worth through pain. And now, as I begin again, I’ll be writing about truth, boundaries, emotional safety and what it means to come home to yourself after years of giving yourself away.

My own blog posts hit me deep and helped me when I needed resonance. It helped me come back to myself once again after the big breakthrough, the biggest truths and betrayal.

Back in 2017 I shared my thoughts on relationships, boundaries and the way life can test our patience and hearts. Many of you reached out, resonated with my words and shared your own stories. I have never forgotten that connection. You all also helped me remember myself and that I was not alone.

Since then, so much happened. Life brought challenges I hadn’t anticipated and I faced truths about myself, my family and my past that were hard to confront. Truth that I knew that was buried deep down in my soul. Healing didn’t happen overnight- in fact, it came in waves of reflection, confrontation and yes, sometimes deep pain.

I have learned that being kind, empathetic and giving doesn’t mean we should let others take advantage of us. I’ve learned to recognise when people are refusing to take responsibility for their actions- whether in relationships, family or friendships- and that their behaviour is not a reflection of my worth.

I’m returning to this space, because writing has always been my way to process, to connect and to inspire. But now, my words come from a place of greater clarity and strength. I’m sharing not just reflections on love and relationships, but also lessons on boundaries, emotional safety and reclaiming your life when it’s been overshadowed by others’ demands or expectations.

To my old readers: Thank you for waiting. To new readers: Welcome. Here, you’ll find honesty- sometimes raw, sometimes tender, always real. My hope is that my journey can help you reflect on yours, find your own boundaries and reclaim the space, time and energy that belongs to you.

Because no matter how much the world asks of us, we always have the right to carry only what truly belongs to us.