BIRTHDAY JOURNAL (THOUGHTS, MESSY TRUTHS, AND WHAT I’M LEARNING ALONG THE WAY)
At some point, I was genuinely afraid to write again. It felt like opening up my journal might force me to face things I wasn’t ready to acknowledge, things I had quietly pushed aside. But this year, for my birthday, I decided not to let that fear define me. Writing has always been my safe place, and I don’t want to lose that part of myself just because of what happened. So yes, I just celebrated my birthday. Another year older, and now I’m standing right at the edge of my 20s. It feels strange, almost bittersweet, to realise how little time I have left in this chapter of my life. Suddenly, every moment feels a little more precious, like I should be spending it with more intention, more heart, and more honesty with myself. I’m not saying that turning 30 makes you “old,” but it’s definitely long enough to pause, reflect, and make sure I’m on the right track. When I look at my life right now, I see so many blessings. I still have my parents with me, a husband by my side, a family that su...