There was a time when my weekends felt like a blur of chores, scrolling, and telling myself I’d “reset properly on Monday.” And then Monday would come… and nothing really changed. At some point, I realised I didn’t need a…
There was a time when my evenings felt like a second to-do list. Skincare, journaling, planning tomorrow, drinking water, stretching… it all sounded good in theory, but by the time I got into bed, I felt like I had just…
There was a time when I thought self-care had to be this perfectly curated moment. A long bath, candles, soft music, a full hour I didn’t really have. And because I couldn’t do it “properly,” I ended up doing nothing…
I used to think a full self-care routine had to be this long, expensive, perfectly aesthetic thing. You know, candles lit, bath overflowing, life together. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and honestly just trying to survive the week. It wasn’t…
There was a time when Sunday evenings felt heavy. You know that quiet anxiety that creeps in around 6pm? The mental list of everything you didn’t finish, everything waiting for you on Monday, and the feeling that the week is…
There was a season where my life looked fine on the outside but felt weirdly cramped on the inside. Nothing dramatic was wrong, yet everything felt slightly off — like I was rushing, reacting, and living on autopilot. I didn’t…
There was a point in my life when I thought personal freedom meant doing more, pushing harder, saying yes louder, and proving—constantly—that I was strong enough to handle everything. Rest was something you earned. Softness felt suspicious. And slowing down?…
There are moments in life when you wish you could pause time and capture exactly how you feel right now. The hopes you have, the questions you are still figuring out, the small wins you are proud of. That is…
There’s a version of soft life motivation that looks effortless online — slow mornings, glowing skin, aesthetic matcha, and a perfectly timed sunrise. And then there’s the real version… where your alarm goes off and your body says, “Absolutely not.”…
There was a season when emotional exhaustion felt like my permanent personality trait. I wasn’t just tired. I was depleted. Even simple things — replying to messages, making dinner, choosing what to wear — felt heavier than they should. If…
