Bits of me, pieces of life

I remember walking into a friend's house. Then, I see their baby crying. I reached out, asked if I could comfort her. But the mother said "No, no... let her cry, she's so stupid," she said. For a moment I thought to myself, babies have hearts too. They feel things, they remember. And that kind of coldness leaves marks. We may not see it now, but this is how trauma begins. That loneliness, that abandonment it plants seeds of pain that grow in silence. Yes, even a child can be traumatized even before they know what the word means. Trauma is the emotional response to distressing experiences. It's not just about what happens, it's about what it does to you inside. It can be abuse, neglect, grief, a cold shoulder, a sharp comment that echoes for years, even silence when you needed love the most. It stays. It shapes you. And it hurts in ways most people will never see.  I've lived it too... I remember a time my cousin looked at me and said, “Go to your mom’s gra...

 I remember that night as if it were last night, January 27. I was in my sleep trying to wake up, but my body refused to listen. I couldn't move nor speak. I could hear the sound of my breath labored but it wasn't enough. I wanted to scream, call out, escape but the silence around me felt suffocating. Its as if someone was holding me back to sleep. Some people call it sleep paralysis, it's the unexpected. You can't go to bed ready for it because, you never know when it will happen... it comes naturally.  That night, felt like a decade. It was so strange, the inabillity to move but you can feel your existence. It's like you're fighting for  your last breath on earth, like someone telling you stay with me  just one more time please Melania. But you are already gone, I felt pressure in my chest,  its a very terrifying experience. It's not just the terrfying sensation of being held down. It's a memory of of people I lost, people I mistreated and words I neve...

 Have you ever noticed, that whenever you approach that one person you smile for no apparent reason ? Deep down you feel the connection with the person, be it your boyfriend, friend, workmate or maybe your cousin... it's like they know what is in your mind. And yes, their appearance make you smile, get goosebumps and you just think to yourself how lucky you are to actually have crossed paths with them . Sometimes even when they cross your mind, you just smile. We get flashbacks and we just think of how we are trully blessed to have this people in our lives.Could this be our safe space ? In a world that often feels overwhelming, filled with constant noise, expectations, and stress, we all yearn for something deeper something more grounding. We seek a place where we can just breathe, where we can take off our armor and simply be. But what if that safe space isn’t a location at all? What if, instead, it’s the people who surround us the ones who make us feel understood, seen, and loved...

There was a time I was caught in a trap, and girl, I’ll never forget it. I was sitting there, scrolling through my phone, and suddenly ping, ping, ping  five notifications from five different guys. And what did they all have in common? “Babe.” Yep, you read that right. All of them calling me babe. I was sitting there laughing to myself because, honestly, I didn’t even know who had actually accepted me into their lives at this point. Funny, right? But also… kind of terrifying. Here I was, caught in the whirlwind of the talking stage, where no one was really my official anything, but everyone had a claim on me. Welcome to the chaos of modern dating, where labels are fuzzy, and everyone’s trying to figure out what’s happening, I am part of the fun too. For those who’ve somehow avoided the term (lucky you), let’s break it down. The talking stage is when you’re not quite dating, but you’re also not “just friends.” It’s those few weeks or months where you text constantly, exchange storie...

I remember a time when I felt like I was walking through life with my emotions locked away in a cage, trying to keep them from spilling out at the wrong moment. It wasn’t until I found myself in a cycle of unhealthy relationships, where my voice was drowned out and my feelings were dismissed, that I realized something was wrong. I was constantly questioning myself was I overreacting? Was I just too sensitive? I thought maybe I was the problem. But then, I discovered something that would change everything: emotional intelligence. We’ve all experienced moments in relationships where we feel unheard, drained, or stuck in a toxic cycle. Whether it’s a romantic partner, a friend, or a family member, toxic relationships can take a toll on our mental and emotional well-being. The silent emotional battles we face often go unnoticed, and we find ourselves questioning our worth, our emotions, and even our reality. It’s all about empathy and understanding others…It’s in these times that emotional...

Being the firstborn child comes with a set of unwritten rules, and no one tells you about them beforehand. You’re supposed to set the example, but who’s setting the example for you? It’s like being handed a manual that’s already been scribbled in and half the pages are missing. But you roll with it, because what else are you supposed to do? For me, it’s more about the things you  don’t  talk about. People always think they know what’s going on inside your head, just because you’re the oldest, but the truth is, you’re just figuring it all out like everyone else. The only difference is you get to do it while everyone’s watching. Like you’re the leader 🥹 I’m not really the type to overshare, so it’s easy to let people assume. I’ll admit: I don’t really care about other people’s business, unless, of course, it somehow sticks its nose right into my life. And by “sticks its nose,” I mean it messes with my space or my time. If it doesn’t, I’m content staying in my lane and focusing ...

Time. It’s something we all share, but somehow, when it comes to relationships, it feels like the most precious and scarce thing. It’s funny how we live in a world where everyone is glued to their phones, constantly reachable, always online. Yet, when you need someone the most, that same phone seems to be mysteriously out of reach. I’ve been there feeling like I was being naive, letting my heart chase someone who was always “too busy.” Busy? In a world where no one can escape a notification? Where everyone’s phone is basically an extra hand? I’ve sat there, staring at my screen, watching the clock tick away, wondering why a simple text or call felt so impossible to return. But here’s the thing. It’s not about the phone or the unanswered texts. It’s about the feeling. The feeling of being left hanging, wondering if they saw the message but just didn’t have the words to respond. It’s that silent question in your head: “Do they even care enough to make the effort?” What hurts the most is ...