You can be grateful and still want more.

The things we can't say shape us the most.

Stillness is where I hear myself again.

Broken places heal stronger.

The version of me you hurt doesn't live here anymore.

Some doors close so you stop waiting at them.

I stopped asking why and started asking what's next.

Keep your heart soft and your boundaries clear.

We are made of every goodbye we survived.

Some feelings don't fit into captions.

Every ending holds the seed of a beginning.

The older I get, the smaller my circle and the bigger my peace.

Some memories are homes you can't move back into.

I don't need everyone to get it.

We become what we practise.

Deep waters run quiet.