I had a pregnancy scare that completely took over my life for almost three weeks. It started after a moment that seemed small at the time, but the second it happened, I felt a wave of panic. I tried to stay calm and tell myself not to jump to conclusions, but my brain immediately raced to every possible worst-case scenario. The waiting was honestly the hardest part. Every morning I woke up thinking about it before my feet even touched the floor. I started analyzing every little thing my body did. If I felt tired, I wondered if it was a sign. If I felt nauseous, I was convinced it meant something. If my stomach cramped, I spent the rest of the day searching online to see if it matched early pregnancy symptoms. I took a test as soon as I thought there was even the slightest chance it could work. It was negative. For a few hours I felt relieved, but then the doubt returned. What if it was too early? What if the hormone levels weren't high enough yet?..
My therapist once told me to do something strange.
He said, "Write everything down as if you're dying in 30 minutes."
I laughed and said, "What? That's not true..."
But before I could finish, he shouted, "Are you out of your mind? I said you're dying. Write it down!"
His tone changed everything. I wanted to ask questions, but he yelled again, "Why are you wasting time on me? You have 29 minutes and 30 seconds left."
So I picked up my pen and started writing.
At first, I didn't know what to say. Then I wrote to my parents, my friend, my siblings. I wrote everything I never said out loud.
It was like all feelings came out at once.
When the 30 minutes were over my therapist told me to stop.
"Rest for fifteen minutes and then I'll tell you something."
I sat there breathing hard, eyes wet and totally uncontrollable heart beat. mind racing.
He gave me a glass of water and said, "Now read what you wrote."
I read it slowly. Every word was full of love, regret, and things left unsaid.
He then asked, "Why didn't you write to your boss? Or your exes? Or the people you complain about?"
I said, "Why would I write to them?"
He smiled and said, "Exactly. If they don't matter in your last moments, why do they matter so much now?"
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My dad always says:
Don’t suffer because you love someone.
Men are romantic. If he’s not, he’s not that interested in you.
Do your own thing …a man should add value to your life, not demolish it.
I could write a whole thread about the wisdom he has shared with me😭🥺
i highly recommend you find yourself a clingy (healthy) lovey dovey partner who is super excited about you. life's too short to spend it with someone who act like showing love is a chore.
i like the concept of soulmates-not a "you're destined to meet me, and love me" kind of soulmate, but a "i'd pick you, every time." kind of soulmate. a "no matter what happens, and what has happened, i want to go through it with you." kind of soulmate. a "i love you by choice, and you're a blessing, and i'm going to continue thinking about you this way not because i have to but because i want to." kind of soulmate. a "you help me rest easy when everything is difficult" kind of soulmate. a "in every possible outcome, i want you there, to share it with me." kind of soulmate.
"Do you want kids" actually I want to be so deeply and safely in love with a genuine, handsome, considerate, emotionally intelligent, healed provider of a man that the only feasible next option is to make him a father.
Disturb me.
Update me.
Get upset if I do something dumb.
Show your jealous side.
Yap non stop.
Spam me with photos/texts.
Tell me how your daywent.
Show me your fit
Call/FT me anytime
Send those insta reels
I love the little things.
🥹🥹
I got sick for the first time since moving in with my boyfriend and apparently this man treats a common cold like a medical emergency.
The second I said, “I don’t feel good,” he switched into full caretaker mode.
He went to the store and came back with medicine, soup, Gatorade, tissues, cough drops, fuzzy socks, and three different juices because he “didn’t know which one sounded best.”
Then he made me get back in bed while he cleaned the entire apartment.
At one point I got up to help and this man looked genuinely offended.
He said, “Why are you standing?”
Sir???
Because I live here???
He tucked me back into bed like I was recovering from battle.
Later that night I apologized for being “dramatic” about not feeling well and he looked confused and said, “You’re sick. You don’t have to earn being taken care of.”
And I’m not even kidding when I say I almost cried right there.
Because some people are so used to surviving everything alone that basic care feels unreal when it finally happens.
If I’m being honest, I don’t know how to show up the same way a second time.If you hurt me in any way friendship or romantic relationship . I will heal from it, and I’ll most likely forgive you.But the version of me you hurt… the one who showed up with no doubts,
I love a man that genuinely fw me all day, every day like checking in, calling, texting, facetime, pulling up… I can handle my own, but it’s something special about a man who makes you feel wanted & thought about ♡︎
A masculine man brings out a woman’s whimsy and inner little girl. If she’s with the right man, she’ll be laughing, dancing, singing, being goofy, skipping, tapping more into her creative energy, baking more, making banana bread, frolicking, feeling young, feeling sensual
Being able to call and depend on a man is a flex. I mean yes I can absolutely handle things on my own but just knowing my life is a little easier because I'm supported and someone always has my back is top tier to me🥺
My love language:
• "Pack your bags for the weekend"
• "I went and got you some food "
• "Can you come with me to..."
• " Come give me a hug"
• " I was thinking about you, so I bought this"