You got really tired of being a nice person. It’s such a hectic job to do every day that it feels like labour. Agreeing with people even when you know they are wrong, just because you don’t want to upset them. Choosing silence over conflict so everything stays peaceful. Saying…

Many years after it happened, one fine day, you will understand how a person can be kind, loving, and generous, yet still be harmful. How “who they were” and “what they did” were so different that it left you confused. Now, you can call them toxic or narcissistic, but were…

The days keep repeating themselves. The hope that breathes in the morning vanishes somewhere in the dark of the night. Life feels heavy when emotional thoughts start circling inside the mind with no way out. It seems the life that only appears in dreams wants to stay in the dreams….

You see her rage, but I see her pain. You ask, “What’s wrong with her?” and I could give you a thousand reasons, but I say, “Nothing,” because it’s not something you can sum up in a few words. It’s not about today. It’s not about yesterday. It’s the weight…

They don’t call you often. They’re busy, not just with work but with everything else. They have people who need them, tasks that demand their effort, families and responsibilities. Some days, they barely have time to breathe. But when they do come up for air, they call you. You talk…

There will always be a difference between you and them, no matter what they do. They might copy your style, chase the same dreams, or try to make you feel like you don’t matter. But they can’t take away what’s yours—your strengths, your abilities, your way of seeing the world….