Jessi's Safe Space

Some days, the world feels too sharp, Too loud, too raw to touch. Headlines scream, phones ring, And chaos dances at our doorstep. But I've learned to find sanctuary In small moments of grace— The way sunlight paints shadows on walls, How wind whispers through leaves, The steady rhythm of my own breath When I remember to just... breathe. I've learned to turn off the noise, To silence the endless chatter, To find strength in gentle things— A cup of coffee at dawn, A moment of kindness between strangers, The quiet courage of growing things. They say the world's gone mad, But perhaps the secret is knowing When to step away from the storm, When to guard your peace like gold, When to let your heart be still In a world that never stops spinning. For in this rush of endless moments, We must remember to be gentle With ourselves, with each other, To find beauty in broken places, To create spaces of quiet wonder In corners of our own making. This is how we stay whole— Not...

Love doesn't mean "I want you" or "I want you to be mine", neither "you're good looking" or "you're sexy"... Doesn't mean "I can't live without you" or "I need you", or "let's be together forever" or any of those things it is often mistaken for. What it actually means is: "I really like, respect and appreciate who you are in all your realness and sovereignty, and if there is anything I can offer, without compromising my true nature, that will help you on your path, then it will be a gift to me if you'll allow me to give it." In this way I find I am loving more and more people every day. - Red K. Elders 🎨Diletta Innocenti Fagni

  Silent Echoes: A Journey of Reclaiming Worth and Embracing Healing     ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤     In the depths of a wounded past, there resided a soul named Emily, whose journey through life was marked by harrowing tribulations. At the tender age of 4 or 5, she became a victim of unspeakable abuse inflicted upon her by her own biological father. This dark secret cast a shadow over her early years, tainting her innocence and shattering her trust in those meant to protect her. Emily's mother, too, bore the weight of her father's wrath. She endured the physical abuse he imposed, becoming a captive in the cycle of pain and torment. In the heart of winter, a chilling act of neglect took place, leaving Emily's delicate body ravaged by frostbite. The repercussions of that cold night persisted into her adulthood, with her hands, ears, and nose recoiling in pain even in mildly cold temperatures, reminding her of the frigid neglect she endured. The trauma etched deep withi...

“Man, she really let herself go.” Did she?   Or was she too busy filling everyone else’s cup to fill her own? “She’s gained a ton of weight.” Maybe.  But you can’t see the weight of the depression and anxiety that she carries on top of it all because she shows up for everyone with a smile on her face.  “She’d be a lot prettier if she lost weight.” Well. She’d be a lot happier too.  But the season she is in only allows for her to meet her families needs. Not her own.  “It’s not hard to just take care of yourself.” Umm. It is.  Especially when people depend on your very existence.  After all of the laundry is sorted, washed, dried, folded and put away.. the dishes collected, washed, and put back…the house cleaned and put back together.. home work done.. dinner set on the table, ate, and cleaned up.. lunches packed..bills paid… weekly budget made… boo boos kissed…baths given…diapers changed… bedtime stories read…  She simply doesn’t have ...

Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself. Trying to become smaller. Quieter. Less sensitive. Less opinionated. Less needy. Because I didn't want to be a burden. I didn't want to be too much or push people away. I wanted people to like me. I wanted to be cared for and valued. I wanted to be wanted. So for years, I sacrificed myself for the sake of making other people happy. And for years, I suffered. But I'm tired of suffering, and I'm done shrinking. It's not my job to change who I am in order to become someone else's idea of a worthwhile human being. I am worthwhile. Not because other people think I am, but because I exist, and therefore I matter . My thoughts matter. My feelings matter. My voice matters. And with or without anyone's permission or approval, I will continue to be who I am and speak my truth. Even if it makes people angry. Even if it makes them uncomfortable. Even if they choose to leave. I refuse to shrink. I choose to take u...

One of the most difficult goodbyes occurs when we love a person and, at the same time, we see that it is not possible to build a healthy relationship by their side. It is a moment of deep introspection, where the heart and mind are debating between staying or leaving. Well, staying would imply continuing to wait for changes that do not arrive, tolerating actions that hurt us, accepting the slightest effort, losing ourselves in the attempt not to lose it. Sometimes, hope ties us to unsustainable situations. We cling to the idea that things will improve, but the reality is that it doesn't always happen that way. Courage is in recognizing when it's time to let go and let go. We know that leaving will hurt; but it will be the route that will lead us to heal. The pain of farewell is inevitable, but it is also the first step towards healing. By moving away from what hurts us, we allow our wounds to heal. It is an act of self-love and self-care. Instead, staying alone will continue t...