Category: My inner world

  • I Thought Worrying Meant I Cared

    I worry about a lot of things. That’s what you do when you are an overthinker. You overanalyse conversations, replay words, imagine worst-case scenarios, blame yourself for things that haven’t even happened yet. You know the drill. There was a phase in my life where anxiety and self-criticism became the main themes of my days.…

  • The Belief I Grew Into: does everything happen for a reason?

    a personal reflection on grief, healing and how I slowly grew into believing that’s life’s difficult moment can carry mean—even when they don’t make sense

  • Have you ever ruined something that was already good because you couldn’t stop trying to make it better? A reflection on knowing when enough is enough.

  • Why My New Iron Made Me Ridiculously Happy

    A funny little story about how a new iron made me realize that some of life’s greatest joys come from the smallest, most ordinary moments.

  • A Birthday to Remember in Kasol: Mountains, Cold Rivers & The Dogs That Led the Way

    Me and my husband share the same birthday. Yep — same day. A year ago, around this time, we planned something special. After weeks of dreaming about the cool breeze, the green hills, hikes through pine forests, and just escaping everything for a bit… the day finally came. Rucksacks packed, hearts full — we were…

  • Why I Quit Instagram: A Year of Choosing Presence Over Posting

    Instagram is fun, captivating, and dangerously addictive. We often don’t realize this until it’s a little too late. It starts out innocent—clicking pictures with friends, capturing moments from events, adding a filter to make everything look a little more aesthetic, and hitting “post.” Then comes the refreshing. The checking. Who liked it? Who commented? How…

  • When a House Becomes Home

    Moving out is not just about leaving a place.Sometimes it’s about unlearning comfort, expectations, and who you thought you would be. The First Home The first home you move into after marriage doesn’t just change your address — it changes how you see yourself. I was no longer just someone’s daughter, I was now someone’s…

  • Life After ‘I Do’: Slightly Messy, Seriously Real