Tag: self-compassion

What is one thing you would change about yourself?.. In My Own Words..

What is one thing you would change about yourself?

“The truth is simple.. I am done giving my whole heart to people who never came with their own.”

If there is one thing I would change about myself, it would be this. I would stop assuming that everyone carries a heart built like mine. I would stop handing out honesty like it’s a common language when, in truth, most people do not even know the alphabet of sincerity. I would stop covering for people who would never cover for me, stop protecting those who would gladly watch me bleed, stop being soft in a world that has proven again and again that softness is a luxury few deserve.

It sounds harsh, but it is the truth that life has hammered into me. I walk around believing that goodness is universal, that loyalty is instinctive, that when I shield people, they would shield me. But the reality is uglier, and far less poetic, some people will take everything I give, offer nothing in return, and still have the audacity to drive a knife straight into the jugular of my trust.

And the worst part?

I still try. I still give. I still hope.

If I could change one thing, it would be learning to reserve my goodness for places and people who have earned it. It would be understanding that compassion is a gift, not an obligation. That kindness without boundaries becomes self-destruction. That my heart is not a public resource.

I want to stop dimming my instincts just to keep toxic people comfortable.

I want to stop romanticising potential when reality is screaming.

I want to be wise enough to step back the moment someone shows me who they are, instead of giving them another chance to wound me deeper.

Changing this does not mean becoming cold, it means becoming selective. It means protecting my heart with the same intensity I have used to protect others. It means realising that being a good person does not require me to bleed for people who would not even lend me a bandage.

I deserve reciprocity. I deserve honesty. I deserve the same softness I give. And if I must change something, let it be this..

I will no longer spend my light on people who thrive in my darkness.

I will no longer shrink myself to fit the loyalty I never received.

I will be good, but naive no more.

I will be kind, but not at my own expense.

Because my heart is rare, and I finally understand that not everyone deserves access to it.

🌸 Happy Me Day .. The Celebration We Forgot to Have 🌸

Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.

🕊 “We celebrate everyone and everything, birthdays, anniversaries, promotions, but we forget to celebrate the person who got us through it all.. OURSELVES.” 🕊️

If we can celebrate love on Valentine’s Day, family on Mother’s and Father’s Day, and togetherness on countless public holidays, then surely, we deserve one day to celebrate ourselves. I would call it Happy Me Day. A day dedicated not to perfection, but to presence. Not to others, but to YOU.

🌸 “Somewhere between surviving and becoming, we forgot to clap for the person who never gave up, the one in the mirror.” 🌸

We live in a world that applauds achievements, milestones, and social celebrations, but often forgets to acknowledge the silent battles, the nights you did not give up, the tears no one saw, the times you kept believing when everything was falling apart. Happy Me Day would be the day we pause and whisper to ourselves, “I made it through things I never thought I would survive.”

💫 “Imagine if the world stopped for one day, not to honor anyone else, but to honor you, your strength, your story, your scars. That is what Happy Me Day should be.”

This day would not need balloons or confetti, it would need honesty. It would need you to sit with yourself and say, “Thank you, me.” To reflect on how far you have come, not in comparison to others, but in the quiet evolution of your own soul. Maybe you would take yourself out for coffee, write yourself a love letter, go for a long walk alone, or simply rest without guilt. Because you have earned that softness. You have earned that peace.

🌿 “You have been your own hero far too many times to go uncelebrated.” 🌿

Too often, we wait for others to validate us. We wait for someone to notice our growth, our effort, our healing. But Happy Me Day says, stop waiting. You are worth celebrating right now, not when life is perfect, but because you are still standing, still trying, still choosing hope after everything you have been through.

And here is the truth, when we learn to celebrate ourselves, we teach the world how to treat us. We remind people that self-love is not selfish, it is sacred. We heal louder, we forgive deeper, and we start living more intentionally.

So maybe this year, let us start our own tradition. Let us give ourselves the love we keep giving away. Let us declare our own Happy Me Day, and let it remind us that even when no one claps for us, we still matter, we still shine, and we still deserve to be celebrated.

The Mirror Moment..

When GOD says,

“There is one more person you need to forgive”..

And then He brings out a mirror, that moment is not for the faint-hearted. That is the kind of truth that does not whisper, it hits like thunder in your spirit. Because we spend so much of our lives thinking forgiveness is about others, the ones who hurt us, betrayed us, disappointed us, left scars that still itch when we think too long. But then GOD shows you, and suddenly it is not about them anymore. It is about the quiet wars you have waged within yourself.

You realise how many nights you have replayed your own mistakes, how many times you have punished yourself for not knowing better, for loving wrong, for staying too long, for leaving too soon, for trusting what broke you. You have been your own harshest critic, your own silent executioner, carrying the weight of self-blame and regret like armor. But forgiveness, real forgiveness, means putting that armor down.

Because sometimes the hardest person to forgive is the one in the mirror. The one who did not have all the answers back then. The one who tried and failed. The one who lost herself while trying to save everyone else. The one who fell short of her own expectations. The one who is still learning that healing is not a straight line.

GOD does not bring the mirror to shame you. He brings it to free you. He wants you to see that the same grace you extend to others, you have been with-holding from yourself. That the same mercy you pray for others, you have denied your own heart. Forgiveness of self is not arrogance, it is alignment. It is saying,

“Lord, if You have forgiven me, who am I to keep punishing what you have already redeemed?”

And when that moment of recognition comes, that you, too, are worthy of release, something shifts. The chains loosen. The weight lifts. The reflection starts to look softer. You stop seeing a mess and start seeing a miracle. Because GOD did not bring the mirror to expose your flaws. He brought it to show you how far you have come.

Forgiving yourself is not pretending the past did not happen. It is acknowledging it did, and choosing peace anyway. It is looking in that mirror and saying,

“I forgive you for not knowing then, what you know now. I forgive you for all the times you dimmed your light to make others comfortable. I forgive you for surviving the only way you knew how.”

When GOD brings the mirror, it is not judgement, it is grace staring back at you. It is a reminder that healing begins where honesty meets love. And sometimes, the most divine act you will ever perform is looking yourself in the eyes and saying, with trembling truth..

“I forgive you.”