What I’ve learned is you don’t heal by going out & getting drunk to forget. You don’t heal by pursuing meaningless connection’s. You heal on nights when you lay alone with your thoughts , on weekends when you have no plans. Those solo car drives with the music up loud & your singing cause nobody is listening. Through tears , tough mornings , & sleepless nights. By doing all the hard work. That’s the only way. I deserve to be happy & love myself a little more. I’ll get there! 🫶🏼
Who else does that neurodivergent plan of “I’m gonna catch up on and fix my whole life this weekend,” but then the weekend comes and you’re like, “I deserve a break from being in work mode Monday to Friday,” and you keep repeating the same thing every damn week.
What solo travel does to you that no therapy session ever could:
- it shows you who you are when nobody who knows you is watching
- you make decisions for yourself fully, completely, without consensus
- discomfort in an unfamiliar place builds a confidence that comfort never can
- you learn that most fear is geography ,it dissolves the moment you arrive
- strangers tell you truths that friends are too careful to say
- you stop needing plans and discover that the best moments were never on the itinerary
- eating alone in a foreign city is the most underrated act of self-possession alive
- getting lost is not a problem,it is the whole point
- other cultures show you that everything you assumed was normal is just one option among thousands
- silence in a new place sounds different,it asks better questions
- you return home changed in ways you cannot explain to people who stayed
- your tolerance for uncertainty expands permanently and uncertainty is everywhere
- budget travel builds resourcefulness that money cannot buy
- the version of you that boards the plane alone is never the same version that lands back home
- you realise the life you were living was a choice and choices can be remade
- the world is not dangerous,it is mostly people, eating, loving, and trying to get through the day
It should disgust you when someone isn’t sure of you. When they want you sometimes. Or only parts of you, not all of you. It should make you feel violently ill to spend a second thinking about or spending time with someone who doesn’t completely and utterly value you. And respect you. And want you in their life. All of you. And feel lucky that you are there with them. And care about you the same way you care about them.
You will never settle for crumbs again once you realize that you just don’t have to. “Take it or leave it,” their actions, their inaction and apathy will tell you. So leave it. They can take their crumbs and f*** off. You deserve more. You deserve the whole cake and some f***ing candles too.
Someone asked me : "Why do you feel so guilty when you actually sit down and rest?"
I said: "Because I’m not doing anything."
She said: "You are resting. That is a biological requirement. You just want to be paid in validation for being 'productive' because you think your worth is a transaction."
"You don't look hyperactive."
That’s because my hyperactivity isn't in my legs it’s in my head.
Physically, I haven't moved from this couch in 3 hours.
Mentally, I have started 4 businesses, had 12 arguments, played a song on loop, and panicked about the future.
I am not "calm." I am just internally vibrating.
Every woman needs to experience what it’s like to be truly alone. Not lonely… alone. No good morning texts, no "what are you doing" calls, no one to vent to at night… just her and her thoughts.
Her and her healing. Her and her own two feet. She needs to pay her own bills, take herself out to eat, buy her own flowers, hit the gym, pray, meditate, and pour love into herself until she feels full from within.
Why? Because when a woman learns to stand strong in solitude, she becomes untouchable. She stops seeking validation from others. She stops settling for almosts, maybes, and situationships disguised as relationships. She starts to understand the difference between genuine connection and emotional dependency.
A woman who fears being alone will tolerate mistreatment just to avoid silence. She’ll shrink herself just to feel wanted. But a woman who’s mastered solitude? She doesn’t entertain confusion. She doesn’t beg for clarity. She walks away the moment her peace feels threatened… because she’s tasted her own power and now she refuses to dine with anything less.
Alone time isn't punishment... it’s preparation. It’s how she learns that her worth isn't tied to a relationship, her value isn't defined by someone else’s love, and her life doesn’t need a plus-one to be meaningful.
A woman who can be alone is a woman who knows she’s enough. And that… is dangerous in the most beautiful way.
Gavin Newsom: “You could lose this country. It’s not the rule of law anymore, it’s the Rule of Don. He doesn’t give a shit about the law. This guy is wrecking this country. It’s not about being Democrat or Republican. These guys aren’t fucking around”
Nobody prepares you for the fact that you will go through some of the most heart shattering experiences of your life and are still expected to show up for work. Take care of yourself. Pay your bills. Meet your goals. Just carry on… it’s awful