Words
I didn’t plan to say but needed to.
Somewhere between ennui and spark, my raw, unfiltered bits are here.
I’m a nerdy girl with a pen—the type who always carries a black Pilot Precise V5, has read thousands of books, and still scribbles in the margins. Sometimes I’m just writing back to an author who’ll never read it.
Maybe one day, all these scribbles will grow into books of their own.
The Good Goodbye
I didn’t want to leave anyone behind. But I couldn’t keep staying in relationships that only wanted the broken version of me.
Healing Is Not Pretty
Healing doesn’t happen in a straight line. It’s a spiral—messy, nonlinear, and often invisible to everyone but you.
The Chair
Healing doesn’t look like the charts or the 7-step lists. It looks like sitting in a quiet room, trying to put words to a pain you barely understand.
The Gods Are Late
I went looking for magic. Instead, I found cracked marble, ghost gods, and pigeons. But the myths still matter. Especially when they fall apart.
Breakdowns Are Openings
My breakdown was an opening to confront what I’d been running from for so long. The silence, the emptiness, and the grief are all part of the path forward.
When Everything Comes Apart
In my unraveling, I found a secret passage hidden beneath the chaos. The heaviness I once feared wasn’t a punishment—it was an invitation.
Perfection Was a Cage
I cried over a 99—not because I cared about the score, but because perfection was the only thing anyone would accept. Behind every flawless smile was a quiet battle to just be real.
Perfect on Paper
I was perfect on paper—a flawless script in ink and print, each A+ a promise, each gold medal a quiet scream.
The Currency of Silence
In a crowded Chinese restaurant, surrounded by adults who spoke loudly and confidently—but were completely wrong—I wanted to speak up.
The Woman I Buried to Be Loved
She folded her wild straws into neat origami. She shrank to be held. She smiled so she wouldn’t be left. Until she couldn’t feel herself anymore. So she ripped it.
The Life-Giving Truth
In a world flooded with information and competing narratives, the call to “tell the truth” feels more urgent than ever. But what if truth alone isn’t enough?
Cities That Rewired My Eyes
Traveling to Tokyo, Lisbon, and Reykjavík taught me that life in a city flows in unexpected ways. Sometimes, fluidity matters more than perfect order.
Token by Token
Time doesn’t issue refunds, and there are no reruns for a life built on survival instead of meaning.
The Beautiful Contradictions
To be wise is to ache. To love is to break. To grow is to die, and be born awake. Our life has countless contradictions that don’t cancel each other out—they define us.
You Are More Than Alive
Your real power isn’t in your to-do list. It’s in the energy you leave behind in a room. In the calm you carry. In the ripple you start just by showing up as your fullest self.
The Lobster, Then the Wolf
A woman’s pack can be her strength — a place to rise, celebrate, and grow. But it can also stir tension, where beauty and status trigger subtle power plays.
Living Sainya
Sainya is an elegant defiance, a fearless way of being that embraces your contradictions and honors your authentic, messy, radiant self.
When the Spotlight Burns
They sing our heartbreak, hold up mirrors, and carry more than we know. But celebrities aren't immune to collapse. Neither are we.
Let Her Eat Cake
Guilty pleasures? Maybe they’re just soft rebellions that say, “I’m still mine.” It’s time to ditch the guilt and own your joy.
The Pain Olympics
You say something painful, only to hear someone say they had it worse. It feels like connection—but something’s off. This common reflex is to one-up pain or match trauma.