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  • Water Your Seeds So You Can Watch Your Garden Grow

    I recently saw a video on TikTok and it said “A lot of you see the garden and we say lord I want that but he didn’t give us the garden he gave us the seeds and we put them into the ground and watered them diligently and we took care of them, weeded them, we pruned them and he provided the increase.” And it struck a nerve for me. How often have we quit because we don’t see the garden?

    If we did take the time to water our seeds instead of focusing on someone else’s garden how far would we be in life? I too am currently struggling with this in my day to day life. I’ve seen other writers receive a lot of claps, views and followers and question myself and ask why not me. Why can’t I receive all of those followers and views? But sometimes I forget that I am just starting out. I am not as experienced as those other writers. I haven’t been on this platform for that long. I just created my website 2 days ago. The reality is no one knows me. But I have these seeds; the passion for writing, and the determination to become a good writer. I can water these seeds and practice, write an article everyday and get better as the days go by.

    I advise you to tend to your seeds so you can watch your garden grow.

  • A letter to Your Past Self

    Dear 14 year old me, you don’t know it yet but you survive. Not just the people that dimmed your light but the quiet tears at night. You saw yourself as weak but you wore your pain like it was nothing. It was as if it was invisible;I remember how you felt.

    Thank you for falling and getting back up as if it was nothing.For loving those who did you wrong over and over until you learned boundaries. For only crying in private and for keeping a smile on your face around family and friends.

    You were not broken, just went through to too much at a younger age. Because of that failed suicide attempt we bloomed from the darkness. You don’t know it yet but things got better in the future.

    Thank you for surviving. You give me a second chance and now we have a career, a house, family and most importantly peace.

  • The Tree Shouldn’t Apologize for Growing

    We are taught to shrink ourselves to make others feel better.

    We are taught to shrink ourselves so others can stand taller. To whisper when we want to shout. But the tree does not apologize for its reach.

    We are taught to trim ourselves down, to soften our branches to make others feel comfortable but the tree; the tree grows anyway.

    We are taught to be smaller, quieter and easy to manage. But the tree doesn’t ask for permission it just grows.

    So let’s be like the tree, unbent, reaching for the sky, and growing anyway even when the world says we shouldn’t because the tree doesn’t apologize for growing.

  • The Silence That Lingers Long After

    There were drugs in my system. I remember laying in his bed—paralyzed by fear, confusion, and the weight of something I didn’t consent to. My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, detached from what was happening to my body. His hands were everywhere.

    While the memory plays on repeat, my mind is drowning. I couldn’t escape, not then—and sometimes, not even now. Afterward, his scent lingered on my skin like a scar I didn’t ask for. I scrubbed and scrubbed, trying to wash it away, hoping to erase something that I didn’t consent to in the first place.

    It’s heavy on my chest even now, but I smile, I move on, I speak like everything is normal—because that’s what survivors are taught to do. But inside, there’s a storm that never fully settles. The weight of the trauma, and the silence that lingers long after.

  • When Proof isn’t Enough

    She says she was hit. He says she’s lying. And without hesitation, we believe him.

    Time and again, society leans toward silencing woman not for peace, but for the protection of influential men. When women speak, they are met with questions, not comfort. Their stories are dissected. Their pain is debated.

    To speak is to risk: reputation, safety, even sanity. The weight of truth often crushes the one who carries it.

    Abusers charm and status, becomes a shield against consequence. Meanwhile, the woman who dares to say “he hurt me” is called bitter, dramatic, or worse.

    Some mothers raise their sons like kings without rules, then wonder why their kids grow up to be violent and lives without a flicker of guilt.

    We don’t need more proof—we’ve seen the bruises, read the court orders, watched the footage. What we need is empathy. What we need is accountability because the next woman might not have a video. Will you still bash her? Or will you believe her before the damage is caught on tape?

  • When Childhood Echoes in Grown up Habbits

    We carry things with us. Memories, defenses, scars that we don’t even remember having. They shape the way we act-just like rocks and fallen trees shape a river’s path.

    We say sorry when someone bumps into us. We shrink ourselves in conversations, in rooms, in relationships. We might think we are just being polite but this could be the reminder of a childhood where taking up space felt unsafe. Where mistakes were not tolerated. Where shrinking ourselves was the only way to be safe.

    We say YES because it’s easier, because disappointing people brings discomfort. Maybe we have learned that our needs didn’t matter. Our love came with conditions. So now as an adult saying no feels like we’re asking for abandonment.

    We pride ourselves on being independent. We are silent in our pain. But underneath might be a belief that no one is coming to save us and even when drowning, we wont ask for a life raft.

    Someone offers us constructive and suddenly we feel exposed, ashamed maybe even angry. Maybe we are not dramatic. That’s our mind remembering past criticism that wasn’t constructive that made us feel like a failure or could simply be labeled as bullying.

    We work hard, receive awards, graduate with degrees, score that dream job maybe even join the military to prove we are enough but deep down we don’t believe that we are. Deep down we question am I lovable without all these achievements. Because love was conditional growing up we learn to EARN it.

    The things we do now are not red flags but signs of what we’ve been through. Survival tactics that once protected us in our childhood.

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