Nothing Happens Unless First A Dream

The road to healing is rarely straight. It’s often windier and longer than we expect, a journey paved with pain, reflection, and quiet realisations. My latest chapter led me through a space where I had to balance a deep, challenging question: How do I remain fair to myself while trying to be trustworthy to someone who deliberately caused me harm? I saw an ugly side of this person, a version I wished didn't exist. Yet, the love didn’t simply disappear. It lingered, a strange testament to what love can be, complicated and persistent. Inside me, there was a war, a yin-and-yang struggle between the desperate need to let go and the heavy weight of resentment. Those feelings are still fighting. Many questions and thoughts remain unanswered, swirling in the air. I know, in time, this won't dominate my daily thoughts. I know that one day, I won't feel anything about this situation anymore. But right now, the wound is still fresh. It's a wound of pleasure, a stark reminder that ...

She was a woman who lived fully, singing while driving, swimming, teaching, creating, and offering her voice generously to family, friends, and colleagues. Her sister‑in‑law listened with patience, her best friend checked in, and her mother received daily calls and texts. Yet, in one of those everyday exchanges with her loved one, she began to sense how constant presence could sometimes feel overwhelming. That subtle awareness sparked a profound realization. It wasn’t a wound, but a mirror. She began to see clearly that love and respect are not the same. People may love you yet fail to value your words. They may misinterpret availability as clinginess, or mistake generosity for weakness. She noticed how, after offering free opportunities for professional growth, some failed to follow through. She saw how constant check‑ins, even when meant to ease loneliness, could overwhelm. She even recognized how treating a man with deep appreciation backfired, where he grew entitled, expecting m...