For Every Version of You That Made It Here

“You are not broken. You are healing.”

Welcome, dear soul,

I know you may carry a weight, a quiet sorrow, or a feeling that you don’t quite fit the mold. But here, in this space, you are invited to be exactly who you are—imperfect, unfolding, and yet profoundly whole. This is not just a page. It is a soft embrace for your spirit, a place where every crack in your heart is met with compassion, not pity. Where each scar is seen as proof of your strength, not a sign of your defeat. ...

“When your heart is heavy, let it rest in softness, not silence.”

– Quote of the Week

Cozy chair and book by a peaceful lake with flowers

“I Am Still Here”

Some days,

I feel like I’m disappearing.
Like I could stop speaking
and the world would keep spinning,
unbothered.

I sit in class
and float above my body—
smiling at the right times,
laughing on cue,
while something inside me
holds its breath.

I don’t always know what’s wrong.
It’s not always loud.
Sometimes it’s just
the weight of everything
and nothing
at the same time.

I scroll past quotes that say
you matter,
and I want to believe them—
but the truth is,
some days,
I don’t.

And still—
I get up.
Still,
I make it to the next minute.
Still,
I carry all this ache
in silence,
like a language
only I understand.

But tonight,
something feels different.
Not perfect.
Not fixed.
But quieter.
Softer.
Like maybe the darkness
doesn’t mean I’m lost—
just that I’m still walking.

Maybe hope isn’t loud either.
Maybe it’s the small decision
to stay.

To keep writing my name
on empty pages.
To whisper,
“I am still here.”

And maybe—
that’s not the end of me.
Maybe
it’s the beginning.

- Thîrteen

“You are your own greatest love story. Embrace every piece of yourself—the light, the shadows, the flaws, and the brilliance. When you love yourself fully, you teach the world how to love.”
- Thîrteen

Self-love Reflection
Man in hoodie with coffee at sunrise

“A man’s strength is not measured by silence, but by the courage to speak his truth. The weight of stigma may press upon his shoulders, but hope is the voice that whispers—you are not alone. Healing is not weakness; it is the most powerful act of defiance against the shadows that seek to silence him.”
-Thîrteen

Sunday morning, soft light through window with a journal and tea

“Sunday Whispers”

Sunday whispers, soft and slow,
A gentle pause, a peaceful glow.
Set aside the rush, the race,
Let joy and laughter take their place.

Breathe in deep, the flowers sway,
Their sweet perfume drifts your way.
Sip your coffee, feel the breeze,
Let your heart be light, at ease.

Rejuvenate, unwind, be free,
Soak in love and harmony.
For time moves fast, but not today,
This Sunday’s yours, just drift away.

- Thîrteen