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03/08/2026

02/08/2026

Hold On

It’s hard.
But it is possible.

My heart carries pain and sorrow I can’t always name.
Loneliness sits heavy.
And sometimes it feels like no one can hear me —
no one can reach the part of me that’s hurting.

So I cry out:
My God, strengthen me, O Lord._

To my brother, to my sister:
don’t end it. Please don’t.
Hold on. Keep seeking.
You will be found.

Asking for help isn’t weakness.
It’s the bravest thing we can do.
We’ve all been in that place.

It’s hard…
but it’s possible.
Be gentle with me.

Love you always.
MI

31/07/2026

Be Gentle With Me, Let Me Breathe

Be gentle with me,
I am tired in ways sleep cannot fix.
I need you.
I need kindness that doesn’t ask for explanations.

The world has so many expectations
wrapped around the "fruit of the womb" —
as if my worth is measured in waiting rooms,
in due dates, in silent prayers.

The questions, the stares, the well-meaning words
pile up like stones on my chest.
"When?" "Why not yet?" "Have you tried?"
Each one steals a little more air.

I am trying.
I speak for all of us
whose hearts are too full and too empty at the same time —
those who have been beaten by life
with nowhere left to run.

I cry for help in quiet voices.
A mental breakdown is real,
even when people judge,
even when they look down
because I am human and I feel everything.

But I am more than a timeline.
More than a womb.
More than their hope or their hurry.

The longing doesn’t stop.
Empty hearts keep reaching,
hoping someone will see,
will listen,
will check in,
will stay.

So please...
allow me to breathe.
Let me be human first.
Let me be loved without conditions.
Let me trust God, and my body, and time,
without drowning in everyone else’s expectations.

Be gentle with me.

29/07/2026

Life is a tapestry of mystery,
and without the Creator, we are but dust and echo.
We often find ourselves trapped
between wide roads and narrow paths,
yearning in hearts that ache,
and loving souls that wander empty.
Yet the hippocampus, that quiet
strives to give meaning to the moments.
It throws open the gates of dopamine,
unleashing hormones that spark brief euphoria —
beautiful, fleeting, and addictive.
So love yourself more.
Honor the truth of who you are.
For in that truth, you are already enough.
Loving you always,
MI

25/07/2026

Dear MI
Mistakes are born from illusion.
A clouded mind confuses the *limbic system* and *amygdala*.
Dopamine spikes, oxytocin and endorphins flood in —
giving brief relief, false safety, temporary peace.

But the aftermath is messy.
The damage is long-term.
Healing may require therapy.

Chasing repeated euphoric relief is dangerous.
Trust is not optional — misplaced trust is a grave mistake.

Love you 🤗

22/04/2026

With 433 – I just got recognised as one of their top fans! 🎉