i write to music. enjoy a sip while you wander through…
if i do not protect my mornings, the world will consume me.
some friendships die quietly, and their eulogies live in my notes app.
desire doesn’t need a reason. it just needs a place to land.
i’ve spent too much time measuring my life against clocks i never chose.
clarity often arrives disguised as heartbreak.
how i love is the most radical thing about me.
comparison makes me forget the texture of my own life.
peace isn’t passive. it’s a skill, and i’m still learning it.
not everyone who loves you knows how to handle your fullness.
some days, the greatest act of courage is not creating — but resting.
being “the strong one” is seductive and exhausting.
i no longer wish to be impressive. i wish to be real.
silence is not absence. it is presence in a different language.
if i dim my joy to protect others, i betray the part of me that fought to feel it.
sometimes grief sounds like laughter. sometimes it looks like a perfectly edited photo.
love that feels like freedom is better than love that only looks like forever.
every yes has a shape. i am learning to notice whether my body expands or disappears inside it.
it is okay to outgrow people, habits, homes, and even dreams i once begged for.
repetition is not failure — it’s refinement.
i am learning to rest before my body has to ask twice.
my body is always giving me information. the work is learning how to listen without turning every sensation into a verdict.
i will never regret choosing softness, even when it makes me bruise.
some things that change my life begin by disrupting the life i already know.
some questions are not meant to be answered, only honored.
if i don’t cry for a while, i forget how holy it feels.
sometimes, the best way to be understood is to stop explaining.
making something just for me is how i return to myself.
not every version of me deserves to come forward. some need to be retired with grace.
what i consume affects what i believe. media is memory in disguise.
privacy has taught me that not everything meaningful becomes more real when it is witnessed.
it is okay to want to be seen. it is holy to want to be known.
productivity can measure what i finished. it cannot measure the worth of the day.
i can hold space without emptying myself to fill others.
take what nourishes you and share what’s stirring, if you wish. in the comments or a quiet message. 🌙
with love from the stillroom,
cibelle
This is beautiful, Cibelle. So many of these lines hit straight in the chest, especially “repetition is not failure, it’s refinement.” I write a lot about healing and honesty too, and this piece felt like a quiet mirror. Thank you for sharing something that feels both gentle and grounding. 💛
I'm so proud of you setting up boundaries to the world, Cibelle! You are starting to see the world as it is and how you are connected to it. Your connection holds the key. You can make it any way you want to believe it is. I wish you could see who you truly are. The power you have! 💖🦋