“Some days, I am my loudest storm.
Other days, I am my only calm.”
— Journal, page 47

There’s something intimate about the way we speak to ourselves when no one is listening.

Sometimes it’s soft — a whisper between sips of morning coffee.
Sometimes it’s brutal — a mirror held too close.
Sometimes it’s playful — like dancing alone in the kitchen at 2AM.
But it’s always honest. Or trying to be.

In this post, I’m inviting you inside the quietest room of my life, my inner voice. The me I speak to when the world turns off and the only thing left is me and my own heartbeat.

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I. On Healing

“It’s okay if no one noticed how much it hurt.
You were still brave for surviving it.”

There were days I carried things no one could see. The kind of weight that doesn’t show up in photos or conversations. And on those days, I would look at myself in the mirror, red-eyed, tired, quiet and whisper: We made it through again.

Healing is invisible work. It’s learning how to sit with pain without letting it define you. It's forgiving yourself for not knowing better when you were doing the best you could…

II. On Letting Go

“You can miss them and still know they’re not meant to stay.”

I’ve had imaginary conversations with people who left.
I’ve rewritten endings in my head more times than I can count.
But the truth is: sometimes the most loving thing you can do for your heart is walk away, even if you still feel everything.

Letting go doesn’t mean you didn’t love them enough.
It just means you finally started loving yourself more…

III. On Loneliness

“You are not hard to love.
You’ve just been asking the wrong mouths to speak your language.”

Loneliness feels like a locked door inside your chest. Like waiting for a knock that never comes. I’ve sat with that feeling on rainy Tuesdays and sunny Saturdays. It shows up uninvited, makes tea, and lingers.

But I’ve learned that loneliness isn’t always the absence of people, it’s the absence of being understood.

And sometimes, the only person who truly gets me... is me.

IV. On Self-Worth

“You don’t need to earn rest.
You don’t need to perform softness.
You already are enough.”

We live in a world that praises productivity over peace. I used to feel guilty for slowing down, for choosing long walks, books, slow mornings, or nothing at all.

But lately, I’ve been reminding myself that I am not a machine. I am allowed to be. To breathe. To take up space without explanation.

Being alive is already a full-time job.

V. On Dreams

“No one has ever lived your story before.
So write it the way only you can.”

There’s a version of me that lives in a tiny bookstore by the sea.
Another one that lives in Italy, drinking wine and writing poems.
And yet another who’s here, now, typing this, drinking chamomile and honey tea, chasing dreams through pixels and poetry.

Sometimes I forget how sacred that is, to create something out of a thought. To turn a feeling into something real.

Dreaming out loud is an act of rebellion in a world that wants you numb.

Your Turn

What do you say to yourself when no one’s around?

Write it down. Whisper it. Cry it out. Sing it.
You don’t need an audience to be heard.
Your soul is always listening.

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With love!!

Conversations I Had with Myself♡