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Where Joy Finds Me
Jan 31Life is a tapestry of surprises, threads of the unknown woven into ordinary days. Still, I hold on to the golden parts the laughter, the warmth, the quiet smiles that stay a little longer than expected. They say you have to create your own happiness. but I have learned that happiness is also something you can witness. Sometimes it lives in someone else’s joy, and somehow, that becomes enough to light my own heart. There are days when hope feels distant, when the sky inside me is heavy and gray. and then, without warning, something shifts. As if the universe leaned in close, heard my silent plea, and gently placed help along my path. People come into my life like seasons, some only pass through. Yet they leave color behind. Even the briefest souls can change a story, can touch a heart. can remind you that you are not walking alone. So I choose to live here, in the now. in this breath, this moment, this becoming. I am learning to love the skin I live in, to be grateful for every soul I meet, trusting that no encounter is ever by accident. Everything arrives with meaning. Everyone carries a lesson, a blessing, or a mirror. And in the middle of it all, through the mystery and the magic, I am happy.
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The Weight I Thought I Was
Jan 31Today I realized I don’t know how to ask for help my mouth forgets the words the moment I need them most. Not because I’m strong, not because I don’t ache, but because I’m afraid of becoming excess, a weight added to an already heavy world. Somewhere along the way I learned to minimize my hurt, to fold it neatly inside myself, to tell myself everyone else is already drowning. I convince myself my voice would interrupt, my need would irritate, my honesty would ask for more than anyone has left to give. So I stay quiet. I carry it alone. I call it independence when it is really fear wearing armor. But even in this darkness, I know what I’m searching for. Not saviors. Not constant rescue. Just a few people who don’t flinch when I’m honest, who don’t see my vulnerability as a burden, who understand me without asking me to shrink. And maybe one day I’ll learn that asking for help isn’t taking too much It’s trusting that I deserve space, and that being held can be a form of hope.