Essays and observations rooted in womanhood, selfhood, and the pursuit of intentional living. Each piece offers a quiet exploration — of home, identity, work, and emotion — shaped by questions still unfolding. These are reflections in progress: honest, layered, and written to make sense of the world one thought at a time.
Where Silence Belongs to Me
In a world that demands constant output, the quiet room offers something radical — a space where nothing is asked of you but truth. This is where I go to return to myself, one thread at a time.
Back to the Root
There’s a moment, sometimes hours or days after I say yes, when something curls in my stomach and whispers: you knew better. Not because I made the wrong decision, but because I overrode something sacred. This piece is a quiet return to the values I forgot to name—and a vow to honour them before the fog sets in again.