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Self isolation has always been my coping mechanism, kanang feeling ba nga gusto lang jud ko mawala sa tanan without any trace,not because i hate people or i don’t enjoy being around them, but because sometimes the weight of everything just becomes too much to carry. There are moments nga mura kog malumos sa pressure, sa expectations, sa mga tao nga sigeg pangutana if i’m okay when in fact, I'm not. Mao nga instead of explaining myself over and over again I choose silence. I choose distance. I choose peace.

-Jaykie

Maka move on raka self, trust the process and take your time ❤️☺️

Kahit anong sakit at trauma ibigay mo sakin di parin mag babago ang paniniwala kong "huwag mong gawin sa iba kung ayaw mong gawin sayo".

To my old self,

I'm sorry for allowing people to hurt you so many times. I'm sorry for all the wrong decisions that you've made because you were not wise enough before. I hope you'll learn to forgive yourself someday. I hope you'll heal from all your tráuma. And I hope you've learned from all the mistakes that you've made in the past.

Someday, I hope you'll learn to love yourself after all the heartbreaks that you've been through. I know sometimes it's hard to forget the painful things that happened to you, but it takes time to heal. I hope one day you'll learn to find your worth again. You were too hard on yourself, and you forgot that you were worth it too. One day, I hope you find the happiness that you always deserve.

I want you to know that your past mistakes and tráumas don't define who you are. You are more than your wóunds and scars. You are more than the number of your heartbreaks. And I hope you always remember that I am so proud of you for being brave enough to stay alive. You are loved, and you are always enough.

— Shiori X
Art by: naya.ismael (IG)

This is my letter to the self I often forgot.

Today, I want to pause and thank myself. For surviving things I never said out loud, for carrying pain I never showed, for holding myself together even when I was breaking into pieces inside.

I want to thank the version of me who kept going when she had every reason to stop. The one who healed others while bleeding quietly, who wiped her own tears so no one would feel burdened, who took care of herself while breaking inside again and again, who stayed kind even when kindness wasn’t returned.

I want to apologize to myself too… for all the times I ignored my own heart while trying to please someone else, for all the moments I hoped someone else would take care of me when I should have been taking care of myself. For choosing others over my own peace, for loving people who didn’t know how to love me back, for abandoning myself just to be held by someone who let go anyway.

I am even more sorry to myself for allowing people to stay by my side who kept hurting me while saying it was my fault, for accepting blame I didn’t deserve, for letting them speak harshly about me, for staying beside those who kept hurting me and acting as if it meant nothing, for treating them as my most cherished ones while I was being hurt the most by them.

But today… I see myself differently. I see the strength in the girl who kept standing, bearing everything alone. I see the bravery in the wounds she hid. I see the softness she protected even when the world was harsh. And I see the woman she is becoming, someone my younger self would be proud of.

From now on, I choose me, my peace, my healing, my heart, my wishes. I won’t wait for someone else to love me the way I deserve; I will love myself that way.

Because every version of me; the weak one, the hurt one, the forgiving one, the one who stayed, the one who left, the one who learned, brought me here.

And I am finally listening to her.

— Sidratul Muntaha

I had to let him go. He was too comfortable watching me fall apart over the chaos he caused. I kept trying to love him through his pain, not realizing that in the process, I was losing myself. He was broken and it was never my job to fix him. I had to accept that healing doesn’t mean holding on, it means knowing when to walk away.

I learned that how someone treats you reflects how they feel about themselves, but what you allow teaches them how to treat you. When you keep forgiving the same disrespect, they start to believe you’ll never leave.

Moral of the story: don’t let anyone get comfortable mishandling your heart. The more chances you give, the less value they see in you. Choose peace over potential every time. 🖤

letting go is hard. but staying
in a relationship where you
have to explain everyday how
you wanted to beloved is draining

I have no energy to argue. I'm okay with being misunderstood.

God knows you're tired so pray, wait, and trust.

Short hair era

Pictorial🦋✨