Her Muse journal

        She fell in love the right way, with intention, with all of her heart. She loved honestly, softly, and steadily, with hope tucked in her chest like a prayer she never stopped believing in. She knew expectations could bruise, yet she made room for love anyway, because that is the kind of woman she was, someone who believed that love, in its purest form, was still something worth risking for..      Life happened.. Love happened... And somewhere in between those two things, a girl who only wanted to give love was met with hurt and hollow promises. She never quite figured out what she did wrong, if anything at all, She replayed conversations, reread old texts, and questioned her worth, wondering how something that once felt so safe suddenly turned into something that left her in pieces.    But this she knew, she would no longer walk the same road of aching silence and unspoken disappointments, She would stop showing up where love refused ...

     Sometimes love doesn’t come wrapped in truth, it comes dressed in sweet lies, gentle words, and faces we trust too quickly. I wrote this piece from the depths of my own experiences, where I learned that not everyone who listens cares, and not every “I’ve got your back” means loyalty. These are three moments I mistook deception for love and how they shaped my heart and faith.   Hi Readers,      I am sharing this piece because I have walked through this path, and as I write this, I am reminded of how far I have come and how much life has taught me. Through it all, I am grateful for one thing, my knowledge and the spirit of discernment that comes only from God. Those gifts have kept me grounded and guided, helping me walk through life with more wisdom and peace.     I remember the days I mistook deception for love. I confided in someone I called a friend, told her my pains and worries, thinking I was laying down my burdens. She played the p...

    People say the scent of rain carries memories, that it smells like new beginnings, like the earth taking a deep breath after holding back for too long. But that day, it didn’t smell like roses or fresh dust, it smelled like him. Like the warmth I once called home. I had always imagined falling in love under the rain, like those movie scenes where everything slows down, and two souls meet by accident, drenched but smiling. I thought love would find me like that... soft, poetic, inevitable.   The first raindrop hit the window with a soft tap, hesitant, like someone knocking and changing their mind halfway.   By the time I walked to the balcony, the clouds had already given up pretending. The rain came down gently at first, the kind that makes you want to reach out and let it kiss your fingers.   People always said they loved the sound of rain. But for me, it was the smell , the scent that rose from the ground like a memory. That day, it smelled like him. I fro...

    Have you ever waited for an apology that never came? The truth is, not everyone who hurts us will say they’re sorry, and that’s one of the hardest things to accept. This piece isn’t about pretending the pain didn’t happen; it’s about learning to forgive, not for them, but for you. Because healing starts the moment you stop waiting for closure and start creating your own peace.     Someone rightly said… “I never knew how strong I was until I forgave a person who was never sorry and accepted the apology I never received.”    So, what if you didn’t get an apology? What if I didn’t receive one, not for the lies, the betrayals, or the time wasted?   Life happened. And we both learned the hard way that holding on to pain doesn’t make the wound heal faster, it only makes it linger longer. The truth is, the person who hurt you may never feel an ounce of remorse. They may never see the pieces they broke, or even the quiet nights you spent trying to understa...

  We all battle with the quiet fear of not being enough, not doing enough, not achieving enough, not being enough. This piece is a journey into healing, self-acceptance, and rediscovering peace within.   There are moments when I look back and wish I could whisper something gentle to my younger self, something that could have saved her from years of quiet exhaustion and invisible striving. I wish I could tell her that she was already enough, that she didn’t need to stretch herself thin to earn love, that she didn’t have to apologise for existing in her own way.    For a long time, I carried a secret fear that I was always falling short. That no matter how hard I tried, someone somewhere would still think I wasn’t doing enough, wasn’t giving enough, wasn’t being enough. I became a master at pretending to be fine, smiling when I was tired, helping everyone else while silently drowning. The Fear That Silently Follows   This fear doesn’t arrive loudly. It creeps in t...

     Life doesn’t always look grand or dramatic. Sometimes it’s quiet, filled with routines, unanswered prayers, and small unseen victories. But even in those simple days, there’s meaning waiting to be discovered. In this post, we’ll explore how to find purpose in ordinary days, embrace stillness, and recognize that every moment, no matter how small.. can carry divine intention. Finding Purpose in Ordinary Days  Life begins the moment we realise just how important it is to understand that we are here for a purpose. Not to be perfect. Not to impress people. Not to chase every shiny thing that screams for our attention. But to live..truly live... with intention, gratitude, and meaning. Somewhere between our routines, our tired mornings, and our quiet nights, there lies a calling. A reason why we’re here. But often, the noise of life makes it so hard to hear it.   We get caught up in the chase... trying to meet expectations, trying to fix what went wrong, trying to...