Appreciate yourself, you’ve come a long way.

People only judge others because they cannot accept what is, nor understand why it is. When you know yourself and understand why you are the way you are, you hold space for others. We’re all travelling together in this so-called life, and we are where we are meant to be, on a quest to find ourselves. Accepting without judgement is the key to finding our true selves.

We’re drowning in stimulation yet starved for connection. We’re told we’re free but secretly burdened by pressure to perform, to be seen, to be desirable Sex is everywhere, but intimacy feels rare. Bodies are exposed, but souls are hidden. Touch is available, but tenderness is not. What we call liberation sometimes feels more like disconnection. What we call confidence sometimes masks a deep ache to be truly loved—without a filter, without performance, without being consumed. Maybe you're like me, craving something real. Something sacred. Slower. Kinder. Where love doesn’t demand exposure but invites presence. Where your body isn’t an object, but a home. Where your worth isn’t measured by desire, but by your essence. If this world feels too loud, too fast, too exposed—it’s not because you’re behind. It’s because your soul remembers a different way. A deeper rhythm. A truer love. A quieter truth. You are not wrong for wanting sacredness in a world that often forgets it. You are the reminder.

It all began in the womb I was born, a womb that carried generational trauma and shame. You can call me a chosen one, but I had no choice over my fate. I searched for love in every face— that’s all I ever needed, I swear. But I grew up learning to go without, wishing my dad had been more present. They said puberty hit you like a truck, but no one warned me about the men who prey. I was drawn to all the broken men, maybe because I was just the same. Everything happens for a reason, I know— but it feels like I lost everyone in the end. Maybe that’s the price we pay to break the cycle of old mistakes. I could go on and on, but I can never fully express the depths of this pain.

The path to enlightenment is often lined with shadows, and most of them are your own. The more light you invite in, the more shadow you become aware of.