Raindom Thoughts

I remember the first time I felt it. Not sadness exactly. Something heavier. A dark cloud that didn’t hover above me, it moved inside me. Into my chest. Into my limbs. I woke up one morning and my body felt like it was made of something ancient and dense, like it had been carrying a weight for a thousand years without my permission. I remember lying there thinking, is this what depression feels like? And in that stillness, something unexpected happened. I didn’t panic. I didn

Your divinity is not something you earn. It is something you remember. Whatever your belief, morning is coming.

Hate Is a Love Story Gone Wrong. Sit with that for a moment before you read another word. Because I know what it does to you. I know the resistance that rises, the instinct to push back, to say “no, hate and love are opposites, they cannot share the same root, they cannot come from the same broken place inside a human being.” But stay with me. Because if you have ever loved someone who needed to diminish you to feel powerful. If you have ever been in a relationship that felt,

dear beloved, come close. let me remind you of what your body already knows, but your heart may have forgotten: you are made of breath. not the sharp, startled kind that catches when the phone rings too late at night. not the shallow, worried flutters that live in your throat these days. but the deep, ancient kind. the kind that moved through your ancestors long before you arrived. the kind that has carried every generation of your lineage through every impossible season they