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<p>When I was younger, my mother often told me, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” At the time, those words felt less like wisdom and more like a dismissal. Whenever I mentioned that someone thought I was pretty, that was her only reply. Not encouragement. Not affirmation. Just that phrase. As a child, &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2025/08/26/not-just-pretty-radiant-within/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">No

<p>As time moves forward and our lives begin to shift, we often find ourselves evolving into new versions of who we are meant to be. With growth comes clarity, and with clarity comes change. One of the most profound changes I’ve noticed in adulthood is the way our boundaries transform. In our younger years, we &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2025/08/19/the-evolution-of-boundaries/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Th

<p>Have you ever crossed paths with someone so magnetic that their very presence feels like gravity? There’s an unspoken current about them—something almost otherworldly—that draws you in before you’ve even had time to understand why. Some might call it love at first sight, if such a thing truly exists. But whatever this force is, it’s &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2025/08/13/when-connection-becomes-a-tug-of-war/" class="more-link">Continue reading

<p>Have you ever faced a momentthat unraveled the fables of your youth?Those childhood chants meant to protect us—like “sticks and stones may break your bones…”But I’ve learned, painfully,that words bruise in ways the eye can’t see. They don&#8217;t just land.They linger—settling into the softest parts of your soul,echoing in quiet roomsuntil you begin to question &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2025/08/01/words/" class="more-link">Continue reading <s

<p>Why does this color stir such fear?Why, when it nears, do clutched hands appear—Purses held tight, phones called like guards,As if presence alone could leave you scarred? Why do whispers ride on the backs of our steps,When a gathering of Brown draws hush and breath?Why, even now, must we shrink to fitYour comfort zones, your &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2025/04/21/brown/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Brown<

<p>The other day, my girlfriend looked me straight in the eye and said, “You give the best advice.” Now, I get it—that was meant to be a compliment. But I had to stop her right there. “Hold on,” I said. “Let’s not call it advice.” Because here’s the thing: I loathe that word. Not because &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2025/04/21/dont-call-it-advice-just-call-it-love/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Don&#8217;t Cal

<p>One of the most universal truths I’ve come to understand is this: every human being, at some point or another, experiences pain. Not always the kind you can bandage with gauze or ease with ibuprofen—but deep, emotional pain. The kind that lodges itself in your chest and sits heavy, like a stone. The kind that &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2025/04/21/the-storm-always-passes-lessons-from-a-scarred-heart/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span cl

<p>Have you ever found yourself desperately trying to guide someone away from a mistake that could drastically change their life? I have—many times. And more often than not, my advice falls on deaf ears. It&#8217;s an incredibly painful lesson to learn, but one I’ve come to understand: sometimes, people have to make their own mistakes. &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2025/04/10/letting-go-to-grow-the-painful-art-of-helping-from-afar/" class="more-link

<p>When I was a kid my parents had this pair of giant yellow lamps. Some how, some way and at some point one of them had broken. I am sure this happen way before I was able to even comprehend that they indeed were lamps and what the color yellow was. As I recall looking &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2021/10/21/yellow-lamp/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Yellow Lamp</span> <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a>

<p>Very often I speak to my girlfriends about life and what we should and should not do. I have noticed that we all have had the same views on what life for women and marriage should be. We were taught that you go to school, you marry your sweetie, buy a home and start to &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2016/04/02/where-is-the-white-picket-fence/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">Where is the white Picket&nbsp;Fence<

<p>I am starting this blog because so very often my friends come to me for advice. I do not profess to know anything. I am just guided by my own sense of love for myself and others. I will admit it took me years to finally see what I was doing wrong in my life. &hellip; <a href="https://journeytoyoublog.wordpress.com/2016/03/06/my-search-for-my-own-self/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">My search for my own&nbsp;self</span> <span class="met