ashari19

There was a moment, a few years back, where I realised… I didn’t sing in the shower anymore. I wasn’t noticing the glimmers — those small, beautiful moments that remind you you’re alive. I felt resentful. On edge. Disconnected from myself. I watched my husband go fishing, play cricket, do things for himself… and something in me tightened. I became bitter. A little twisted, if I’m honest. I was waiting. Waiting for him — or someone — to do something that would make me feel loved, special,...

I have just stumbled across some old writing of mine - words from when I was 22. Reading them, I feel her so strongly: the pressure I put on myself, the desperate desire to keep up, to prove I was enough. But beneath it all, a deep knowing lived in my bones - the quiet whisper that I needed to slow down. I feel sad for that girl who tried so hard, who chased a train she wasn’t sure she could catch. And yet, I’m full of gratitude - for the lessons, the growth, and for where life has brought me...