Letting Go of Past Beliefs: Learning to Trust My Inner Guidance

When I was little, I used to cry a lot. I could scream for hours, until the neighbors thought I was being abused. My parents separated when I was two, and I lived with my grandmother, aunties, cousins, and my sisters. Back then, whenever I cried or screamed, they would hit me to stop, saying I was most probably being possessed.

Even then, I was very sensitive to energies and emotions. I could sense the disharmony in my family. We fought and argued; some people were controlling, some pretentious….but I couldn’t name it back then.

As I grew older, I began noticing patterns in people and situations. Slowly, I realized that those who were once close to me would thrive after following my advice, sometimes unconsciously. I finally came to understand that my strong intuition and inner guidance had been helping both myself and others navigate life through many different and difficult situations.

Now, I have reached a point where I am letting go of all past beliefs and choosing a path no one will understand. I am scared and worried, but I know I have come too far to turn back. It’s time for me to guide myself on this journey.

Losing Myself to Love: My Journey Back to Femininity and Emotional Balance

When I was with my long-term boyfriend back then, something just made me feel that he wasn’t capable of handling things or being the man who would take charge of everything. That thought made me work harder, trying to prove myself at work, hoping that I could earn more, give myself things that he couldn’t, and feel more secure. This went on for more than a decade.

After a few years, I started to question myself: do I need to live like this for the rest of my life? I had hoped that I could just be a woman who is loved and taken care of. I continued with the relationship and continued striving in my career, hoping to feel more satisfied.

I didn’t know that all of this was slowly ruining myself and my femininity. I became more unstable in my mood and more resentful. The more I held on to that thought, the worse it became. I felt more tired and depleted, and he got softer over time, almost letting me take charge of everything.

When we bought a place and needed to get furniture or other things for our home, he would casually say, “Get them later when I have money,” and I would jump in and offer to get some of them. Deep inside, I resented him for not being the man in our relationship. I didn’t know how to stay soft, patient, and trust that he could handle things without me jumping in.

Finally, after forcing myself to stay in the relationship, I decided to end things after 11 years, knowing that I just couldn’t go on anymore. I know somewhere deep inside, I was craving to be loved and taken care of as a woman. Sometimes, I would look at other women and wonder, why can they be loved and taken care of, but not me?

I didn’t realize that all I needed to do was trust and allow myself to soften and lean on someone. I didn’t know that forcing myself to fight and push in my career and everything else had led me far away from my femininity and affected my health, with red-brownish patches appearing on my skin and my hormone levels becoming imbalanced.

After all of this, I have learned that I just need to be who I really am….the one who is soft, the one who craves to be taken care of, and the one who just wants to be loved for who I truly am.

When He Goes Quiet… Don’t Forget Yourself

There’s a certain silence that can shake a woman.

Especially when the feelings were once intense, when words flowed freely, when you felt seen… and then suddenly, nothing. Days pass. A week, maybe two. No message. No call. Just you and your thoughts, spiraling.

You wonder:

Did I do something wrong?

Was it all in my head?

Is he losing interest?

And without realizing it, you begin to abandon yourself.

You stop laughing. You stop moving.

You sit with your phone, refreshing, waiting, shrinking.

You forget how you used to find joy in the small things.

The quiet cup of tea with girlfriends.

The books that used to pull you in.

The peaceful walks, the silly thoughts, the feeling of your own skin.

It’s easy to fall into this space, to think his silence means you're not worthy of love. But sometimes, a man’s retreat isn’t about you. It’s about him, his process, his fears, his confusion, or even his attempt to sort through emotions he doesn’t know how to name.

And no, this doesn’t mean it’s okay for him to vanish without a word.

But it also doesn’t mean you need to chase, explain, or wait breathless.

What if you took this pause as a sacred invitation,

to return to your own center…

to remember who you were before the story began?

Because the woman who knows how to return to herself,

with grace, with softness, without drama,

creates the space for love to return too… not from need, but from depth.

Let him come back to presence, if he chooses to.

But let you come back to you, first.

The Real Reason He Pulls Away When You Show Love

The Subtle Spiral That Changes Everything in Love

In the beginning, it felt like magic.

He pursued her...gently at first, then all in.

He showed up, made effort, expressed interest.

She felt seen, chosen, loved.

She thought, “He gives so much… maybe I should give my all too.”

And so she did.

She began to pour her love into him, with tenderness, care, and devotion. Not out of need, but as a beautiful response to being loved.

But slowly, almost imperceptibly… something shifted.

He began to retreat.

Not because he didn’t love her.

Not because she did anything wrong.

But because this is the quiet tension no one teaches us about:

A man feels most alive when he gives.

A woman shines most when she receives.

When this natural rhythm gets reversed, a subtle imbalance begins.

She feels the shift, and tries to restore the closeness, by giving even more.

She over-functions. She gives from an empty tank.

Hoping her love will pull him closer again.

He, without even realizing, begins to associate retreat with reward... her affection keeps flowing, even as he steps back.

And the dynamic deepens.

She starts to feel unseen. Unappreciated. Tired.

He feels confused....what happened to the sweet harmony they had?

But here’s the thing:

It is not wrong for a woman to give.

We are nurturing by nature.

But only when we are full, when our giving flows from a place of joy, not fear. Of abundance, not emptiness.

We are not meant to chase love.

We are meant to receive it.

To sit in our worth.

To let our radiance call forth the part of him that wants to give.

Because a man doesn’t love you more when you give more.

He loves you deeper when he feels his love makes you glow.

So let yourself be loved. Let yourself receive.

There is no shame in it.

In fact, it’s what your heart was designed for. 🌿

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When Love Makes You Forget Yourself

Love shouldn’t cost you yourself

I’ve seen this pattern in many women...once they’re “taken,” something in them starts to fade.

They stop dressing up, stop tending to their body, stop hearing their own emotions.

And I used to wonder why.

Why would being loved mean you forget how to love you?

For me, it’s been the opposite.

The more I’m connected to someone, the more I take care of myself.

Not to prove anything...

But because real love deepens my devotion to my own being.

Of course, I’ve had my own slips...times when emotions pulled me off-center.

But even then, I never fully left myself. And maybe that’s the quiet difference:

I’ve never believed love means disappearing.

I believe love should feel like remembering.

Your body. Your beauty. Your emotions.

Still yours, even when someone holds your hand.

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If your heart has ever whispered, "I miss me"... you're not alone.

I write these to remember too.

And if something in you stirs as you read... maybe you’re remembering as well.

💌

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Where Truth Can Breathe

🌿 A Place Where Masks Fall Away

There is a place I keep close to my heart.

Not built with stone or steel,

but formed from something softer....

a quiet knowing, a gentle breath,

the hush of truth that lingers like morning mist among the trees.

It is my space. A sacred sanctuary.

Where the walls are not barriers,

but invitations....to come as you are.

Here, no one needs to prove anything.

There are no performances, no scripts.

Only open hearts and quiet honesty.

When someone enters,

they are not met with questions or judgment,

but with stillness…

and a warm cup of time.

We sit.... just two people.

Not healer and client.

Not expert and seeker.

Just human and human.

Speaking not always to solve,

but to feel, to see and to remember.

Sometimes we speak.

Sometimes we don’t.

But the truth always finds its way

into the spaces between our words.

In my mind’s eye, it sits nestled somewhere

in a forest where the light dances through the leaves.

The wind hums lullabies through tall grass.

You can hear your own soul again.

Here, we don’t chase answers.

We listen to what’s already whispering within.

And somehow, that is more than enough.

If you ever find yourself aching for something real...not dramatic...just real...you’re welcome here.

Bring your silence and your laughter.

Bring your tired heart, if that’s all you have.

I’ll be here.

And I’ll listen because you deserve to be heard. 

The Quiet Pattern I Never Spoke About

The Ones Who Left After They Grew

(A letter from the mirror they never noticed)

I’ve noticed a pattern.

People come close to me.

We share space, words, stillness.

Sometimes we laugh. Sometimes we grow in silence.

But always, something shifts. In them.

And then… they leave.

Not in anger. Not in conflict.

Just a quiet drifting…like their time with me had served its purpose.

And then they thrive.

One by one, I’ve watched them rise.

New careers.

New love.

A stronger voice.

A softer heart.

I used to wonder if I was just a stepping stone.

A soft, invisible mirror they leaned on for a while... until they no longer needed me.

I questioned:

Was I too quiet? Too soft? Too forgettable?

Or maybe…

Too true.

Because here’s what I now understand:

My presence wasn’t loud, but it was steady.

My words weren’t many, but they were precise.

And my field...even when unspoken....was a tuning fork.

They didn’t thrive because they left me.

They thrived because while they were near,

they felt something real.

Something they couldn’t explain....

Until life caught up with what I had already seen.

I used to stay silent, letting it all happen quietly.

But now, I want to honour that version of me.

The soft seer. The hidden lighthouse.

So if you’ve ever felt steadier around me,

Seen clearer,

Felt gently nudged by your own truth,

Then quietly walked away…

Just know...I noticed.

I held you, even in silence.

And I’m still here, not waiting.....but witnessing.

Because I’m not just a mirror.

I’m also a soul on her own path.

And this time, I speak not to be seen.

But because my voice belongs in this world, too.

The Day I Stopped Chasing

I remembered in my previous relationship.... how he didn’t really show any effort. He wouldn’t pick me up even when I was stranded somewhere. He didn’t show sincerity, and I still stayed.

I was grasping. Not always in action, but energetically....hoping, trying, adjusting myself for him to care more. And that created a quiet wound inside me.

Even after many years, the feeling of being unworthy lingered.

Even when he was treating me well... it still lingered.

Because it wasn’t about what he didn’t do.

It was about what I did....I was chasing.

I realized, if I hadn’t done all the emotional over-giving… and he still came to me sincerely, I wouldn’t have felt so resentful or depleted. It wasn’t about being ignored....it was about me abandoning myself.

And now that I’m no longer chasing, I can finally feel the difference.

There’s no need to prove anything. The right one will come.... not because I tried harder, but because I stayed true to myself.

All I had to do was love myself and stay still.

This time, something feels different. And I no longer feel the need to run after it to know it's real.

It Wasn’t Another Woman. It Was Her Fear.

When Nothing Was There… Yet

Women sense things.

A pause. A shift. A feeling that he’s not quite here.

You don’t know why, but suddenly, your heart is alert.

You feel distant from him... even if he’s right beside you.

And before you even realize it, your mind begins searching.

“Is he hiding something?”

“Is there someone else?”

“Why is he pulling away?”

The truth is…men retreat sometimes.

Not always because of another woman.

Not even because something is wrong.

It’s how they process, recalibrate, protect their inner space.

But to a woman’s heart, it can feel like distance.

Like disconnection. Like a threat.

And so you start checking. Watching.

Feeling unsettled when he takes too long to reply.

Suspicious when he seems distracted.

Your attention turns fully toward him, and away from yourself.

You bring it up to your girlfriends.

You tell them what you’re sensing.

And of course... they agree.

They say, “Something’s off. I think you’re right.”

Now your fear feels justified.

And the obsession begins.

You go deeper into proving what can’t be proven.

You begin looking for her. Even if she never existed.

The softness you had begins to tighten.

The openness you shared becomes guarded.

And the space between you shifts.

Not because there was another woman.

But because your energy is no longer anchored in you.

You are now orbiting him.

And the more you try to hold on, the more you energetically push him…

until one day, he actually meets someone else.

You feel validated.

“I knew it,” you say.

But the truth is…maybe she didn’t exist at all in the beginning.

Maybe it was the energy...

the fear, the tension, the disconnect from yourself...

that shaped the path.

Not your fault. Not his.

Just an unconscious dance.

One that many of us never realize we’re doing.

Until we do.

💫A quiet note from my heart :

I’ve felt it too.... that sinking pull in the heart when something feels off. I’ve peeked once or twice, just to make sure… but each time, it felt worse, not better and so, I stopped. It took me a while to understand... it wasn’t about another woman. It was about the part of me that needed reassurance… from myself ❤️

💌

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I Don’t Need to Prove My Worth Through Struggle

I don't know when it started, this idea that women need to be the strong, tough ones all the time.

We’re expected to fight for our place, in society, at work, even in our own families.

But honestly, deep down, I’ve always felt that women are meant to be loved.

To be supported.

To be taken care of, not because we’re weak, but because we carry so much already.

Somehow, the world made it normal for women to always push through,

to always hold it together,

to prove we can handle everything on our own.

And while yes, we can be strong…do we always have to be?

I believe it’s okay to want softness.

To want to be held instead of holding everything.

To want safety, love, and space to just be ourselves, without needing to earn it.

Being cared for doesn’t make us less.

It allows us to be more of who we truly are.

❤️This is what I wish more women knew.

Still Choosing, Even If I'm Scared

I’m doing something I’ve never really done before. There’s no clear plan, no fixed outcome, no structure.

And to be honest… it feels scary.

I don’t know if it will work. I don’t know where it will lead.

There’s no one telling me it’s the right path,

just a quiet feeling inside that says:

“Try.”

Part of me wants to turn back, wait until things feel more certain.

But another part knows I’ve waited long enough. So even if I’m trembling, I’m still choosing this.

Not because I’m sure,

but because not choosing feels worse.

Right now, I’m just listening to my body,

paying attention to my emotions,

and choosing what feels a little lighter,

even if it doesn’t make sense yet.

That’s all I can do for now, take care of myself first, and walk this path one step at a time.

I Feel Like I Don’t Belong Here

Sometimes I feel like I come from another time, a time where the world moved slower, where love was quiet but deep, where every glance meant more than a hundred texts.

I don’t quite belong in this modern world, so open, so fast, so loud.

I long for the days I never lived in this lifetime, where women wore flowing robes, and men carried honor in their silence.

Where feelings weren’t posted,

but expressed in poems left under moonlight. Where a sanctuary wasn’t online,

but a quiet garden filled with ancient music and the scent of nature.

Back then, there was more freedom, less law. Love didn’t play games.

It was strong and certain, a promise not shouted, but kept. 

Women were soft and protected.

Men were steady and reliable.

It wasn’t about control, it was about harmony.

And in the stillness, there was a depth I miss, even if I’ve never seen it with these eyes.

Maybe that’s why I write, to express how I really feel inside without worrying about people telling me that I think too much.