Before being a daughter to your parents, before being a sister to your brother, before being a wife to your husband, before being a mother to your children, you are first and foremost a person. And that should always be your prime goal in life: to protect and nurture the person you are. So often,
Today is New Year’s Day, 2026. And I am stepping into this year with one person less. One person less to show off my success to. One person less to share my happiness with. One person less to confide my worries in. One person less to lean on when life feels heavy. I lost my
Pregnancy and childbirth are truly beautiful milestones, moments we’re told to cherish forever. But let me break the silence for a moment and speak honestly: the postpartum phase can be mentally brutal, no matter who you are or where you live, especially when you’re surrounded by the wrong people. I’ve heard countless women share their
When I look back at the worries I once had, they seem so silly now. I almost feel sorry for the version of me who carried so much fear and anxiety. I shouldn’t have been so consumed by the things that once terrified me. Isn’t that the kind of realisation that comes with age? They
They say time heals all wounds but some wounds never truly fade. Childhood trauma, especially, stays with us like a scar beneath the skin. You may not see it every day, but when your fingers trace its rough surface, the memories return. The pain reminds you of everything you once endured. Pain is universal. No
